When its hot down here, you have to make the most of the weather you have. It was too hot to ride the 600 miles I wanted to see, so I took the car. Scout the perimeter, I thought… I can always ride it later. I don’t mind re-seeing a thing.
a couple of months ago I was able to bust out and go scout that perimeter. I’m a bit behind on my blogging, life being what it is, so this report is a bit late.
Road trips being as they are, I had some time on my hands, so I made a video introduction for this one.
The best road trips always come with a loose destination in mind. Most of what I find turn out to be my favorite trips are what I find a long the way, not what I set out for. You don’t even really need a great destination, you just have to have some curiosity and a willingness to explore. If you have that, you can always find something good. I headed south, toward Yuma to the territorial prison.
Ever seen 3:10 to Yuma? I watched both the original and the remake the day before, just for shits and giggles. I wanted to get a little sense of the place. They’re both pretty good.
I hit highway 8 toward San Diego. Yuma was my next stop, and the Yuma territorial Prison. Yuma is pretty cool; as I came into town the streets were named after fallen police officers Veterans who’d served in WWI and WWII. People that needed to be remembered…. Very cool.
I left the prison to go check out the historic Yuma Downtown, and a bridge I’d spotted from the Prison hill;
I left Yuma, and crossed the Colorado river to make my way toward California.
Back in 1990, I was a kid who was just discovering route 66 and set out to see what it was all about. I went to Amboy California and bought a postcard of a 1 lane, wooden plank road from a man named Buster Burris, who owned Roys Cafe. He told me some stories about route 66 back in the day that have always stuck with me, and further fueled my desire to explore. I’ve never seen a plank road before, and I’ve always wanted to.
I crashed for the night and
I left, and headed toward the Salton Sea.
The salton Sea to be honest, was pretty underwhelming. It’s a massive lake, the largest in California and was never supposed to be there, but a breach from the Colorado river filled the valley with water in the early 1900’s. It became a resort town in the 1950’s, filled with Motels, restaurants and Homes. As the lake has no outlet, it slowly started killing the fish, started to smell and the resorts died.
I showed up and checked them out, but the structures that were left were either collapsed or filled with Graffiti, and I lost interest and decided to start heading back to AZ.
I’m always up for the Patton Museum, and headed for Chiriaco summit, just outside of Indo. It was closed, but they look like they’re expanding it and doing a complete re-model. I was ready to get home anyway, so headed down the 10 toward home.
A good road trip.
2 States; 637 miles; 2 days