August 31, 2024
When I was fifteen minutes younger I would drive to San Diego in one stretch—six-and-one-half hours—straight through, with a possible stop in El Centro for huevos rancheros.
These days, I have to split the drive into two parts with an overnight stop in Yuma, and even then it seems to be on the outer edge of my endurance.
Yes, that is old Fort Yuma across the Colorado River, underneath the truck on I-08. Uno is not impressed but this is about the exact spot where Olive Oatman was brought over and given to the care of the Great Western in 1855. It is a sacred spot, to me, because the fort commander knew, the only person who could help guide the repatriated Ms. Oatman back across the divide was this giant woman with an even bigger heart.
We rolled into Cave Creek at 9:30 a.m. and it was already close to a hundred, but in the afternoon, we had the privilege to witness this.
Man, I really dislike the incessant heat, but I am quite partial to these massive thunderheads that only our southwest deserts provide.
"Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed."
—Homer, The Iliad
Bob, you are a living legend. We love your descriptive vibe…which flows through the mind and into the soul. Keep on brother. You’re HOT!
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