Seeking Sunshine

In Tucson they were predicting three days of rain. Rain prompts thoughts of a (slightly) larger vehicle; there's only so much you can do in 5 feet by 10 feet. The forecast for Yuma was for only ONE day of rain, then sunshine. Rather than take the time to find a new rig, I decided to "Go West, old man."

I got my usual late start Wednesday, but made it to a spot in the wilds a little west of where 84 intersects with I-8; it was rainin' tuh beat the band.

Thursday morning, short on supplies, I left everythin' under the tarp and drove to Mariposa where, within a couple uh ours, I wuz good-tuh-go.

Back at camp, the goddess intervened with a 20-minute reprieve....just long enough to pack up. (Women are SO beneficent!) Trundling along, sundown found us looking hopefully at a thinning cloud cover and settling in to a sweet little camp next to some mesquite trees about 70 miles to Yuma. The rain stopped long enough to get everything UNpacked, UNder cover and ACcessorize it all with the OBligatory LAtrine (Hit ain't no fun diggin' at 6:30 a.m., 'specially iffen hits rainin'). The rain continued on and off during the night, but it lacked the unrelenting steadiness that had felt like ark-building time further east.

Now, this morning, it's still pretty cloudy, but the sun is working hard to break through. There's still the occasional sprizter, but you can tell it's gonna be a Bright, bright, sunshiney dayyyyyyyyy! 

Yuma today for sure!