By Jim.
Today’s drive was another example of the remarkable diversity of California’s geography. We’ve seen the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco Bay, redwood forests, the waterfalls and granite cliffs of Yosemite, sand dunes at Pismo Beach, vineyards and endless LA freeways. This morning, we left San Diego’s ocean breezes, heading east on Interstate 8, where things got steadily hotter and dryer.
We didn’t know what to call this – Rocky Hill is a town in Connecticut and the Rocky Mountains are in Colorado, but it’s all rocks and it’s tall.
Soon we were in a total desert landscape.
We saw a massive solar farm just before the start of the irrigated farmland of the Imperial Valley
And then, without warning, politics intruded! (You didn’t really think I was going to be able to resist broaching that subject in these pages, did you?) We saw a sign that the 45th President of the United States would not be happy about…
We didn’t realize how close to the border we were, until we saw what we think is the wall (not The Wall, but a wall, presumably paid for by America).
And a few miles later, our proximity to Mexico was confirmed..
Instead of taking that exit, we continued a few more miles and entered Arizona.
Then we stopped for the night in Yuma, which greeted us with 106 degrees! On to Phoenix Monday.