Surreal...we just stood and stared.
From the peak, we looked down onto the farmlands through the light fog.
In the beginning, we head toward the low clouds.
We got higher, the clouds were lower, but we never quite met in the middle.
An indication of the trail as we looked back. In the distance is the I-8 Freeway, linking, inter alia, San Diego and Tucson.
Just below the summit, doing a little research...Research? Well, sounds a little intelligent.
Here comes Jen. One of the sharpest inclines although on a tarred/concrete surface.
She gets closer but no bigger against quite a backdrop.
I had mixed feelings of Yuma, showing typical prejudices of a ‘city slicker'. How things change. Now my prejudices are against city slickers; I favor by a wide margin the wilderness and perhaps, the country folk, too. Yuma has grown over the years since we first traveled through it and I’m still not fond of it but the mountains and wilderness surrounding the city are a different matter entirely...I like, very much.
From the peak, we looked down onto the farmlands through the light fog.
In the beginning, we head toward the low clouds.
We got higher, the clouds were lower, but we never quite met in the middle.
An indication of the trail as we looked back. In the distance is the I-8 Freeway, linking, inter alia, San Diego and Tucson.
Just below the summit, doing a little research...Research? Well, sounds a little intelligent.
Here comes Jen. One of the sharpest inclines although on a tarred/concrete surface.
She gets closer but no bigger against quite a backdrop.
I had mixed feelings of Yuma, showing typical prejudices of a ‘city slicker'. How things change. Now my prejudices are against city slickers; I favor by a wide margin the wilderness and perhaps, the country folk, too. Yuma has grown over the years since we first traveled through it and I’m still not fond of it but the mountains and wilderness surrounding the city are a different matter entirely...I like, very much.
It was November 1990 when Gavin, Natalie and myself traveled from Dallas, Texas to San Diego, California to commence another beginning, a re-emigration, if you will. It had been a tough period since emigrating from South Africa, 20 months earlier (1989). I would not like to go through those times again having also been defrauded by an elderly man whom I liked and trusted. Silly boy, Jeffrey.
We departed in our Taurus, leaving Jenni and Robert, then less than 3 years old, behind. Robbie, that is, Jenni was considerably older. They would be flying to San Diego 3 days later. It was a long but memorable trip with two extremely well-behaved children, aged 11 and 9. I'll never forget the stoic look of Gavin and Natalie's quiet sobbing as we departed from Dallas, leaving Mom and Robbie on their own. I wonder if their emotions were because of departing from Mom or that they had to spend 3 days alone with me.
In Gavin's first full year at school in Dallas, he was awarded the American Airlines outstanding student of graduates from elementary school. Natalie had settled in nicely and proved to be well-liked by teachers and students, even with her funny accent. She got rid of that quickly.
Our journey took us through Yuma which in late November was bitterly cold. I left the kids in the hotel room for twenty minutes while I went for my usual morning run. I nearly froze.
I did not like Yuma. (narrative continues and concludes in the next blog of Yuma)
Another perspective of this wonderful, rugged area.
Jen stands close to the top, eyeing the way down.
On the way up, the fog begins to lift, giving us an indication of the target.
Cheers,
Jen stands close to the top, eyeing the way down.
On the way up, the fog begins to lift, giving us an indication of the target.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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