Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Days 19 - 22 Goodbye Yuma Hello Mexico

Where oh where have the days gone? We originally wondered why this Yuma campsite was so cheap. It turns out we were on the flight path for all the crop dusters in the area. They don't start flying until it is dark out. So the first night they flew over we weren't sure whether we should be ducking for cover from flying machine guns or what. We quickly realized why this was a discount campground. The up side is that there are no bugs. Not sure if we should worry about growing a third eye or limb in the middle of our foreheads or not and maybe the increase in facial hair for both of us might be linked to the crop dusting as well. We said good-bye to our new found friends at the campground and headed for the Mexican border.

Had a minor flap at the border crossing when we couldn't find the trailer insurance/registration papers. No matter how hard we tried we couldn't convince the border guard that our boat trailer insurance was for our travel trailer. Eventually Susie found the papers and we proceeded on our merry way, turned left instead of right and got lost in no man's land way out in the country for 2 hours. Coulda bought lots of cheap corn, but be darned if we could find the freeway we wanted. When we retraced our steps following the trail of corn we'd left we finally got off on the right road. Climbing up the steep mountain passes was reminiscent of the road to Jerome - very steep, very twisty, and very narrow. JD was so glad we'd had that trial run to Jerome. NOT! As the day wore on and we grew weary we started looking in earnest for the 2 separate places that were recommended to us for camping overnight. Unfortunately neither place was open for business. So our first night in Mexico was spent on the edge of some little town, Ignacio Zaragoza, right on the edge of an archaeological heritage site. Skeena acquainted herself with the local horses cows goats and ostriches growling to let them know how tough she was. The absolute solitude was a welcome reprieve from crop duster central.

The next morn dawned blue bird skies and glorious sunshine - seems to be a repeating pattern. JD thought there was ice on the window of the trailer but it was just a Skeena nose print. Before we left Yuma we spent an entire day washing and waxing the Travelaire making it look like new. After mud bogging down the new freeway construction into Ensenada we wondered why we had bothered. The beautiful lush wine country on the Ensenada side of the mountains put us in mind of the Okanagan. Susie is finding it overwhelming not knowing enough of the language to interpret street signs and directions etc. However there are enough people that do speak English and will help you out. It just seems much more respectful if you make an attempt to speak their language in their country. Wandered around in the tourista section, found an internet cafe and a retired US war vet that entertained us with plenty of stories.

Reconnecting with some awesome Revelstoke friends that live here working with Baja Victory Missions is an added bonus of our trip. Richard came to our campground at the Hotel California & RV Park and guided us to their home which sits oh so high on one of the hilltops overlooking the entire city and Bahia Todo Santos. Hugs from people we know that speak the same language felt so sweet. They have graciously offered to tour us around Ensenada tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. We are vicariously enjoying your travels --it finally stopped raining today--so why did we come home from Utah.
    On Sunday Bill, Perry, Keith and I went to the Gorge --great snow and we missed you so we talked about you and did JDs Knob --that run gets better every year.