Saturday, April 20, 2013

San Diego to Yuma ARIZONA.

Track Wait so long- Trampled by Turtles.

From Anchorman. Ron Burgundy. "Discovered by Germans in 1904 they named it San Diego, which means a whale's vagina."
Victoria Corningstone. "No, there's no way thats correct."
Ron. "No, I'm sorry I was trying to impress you. I don't know what it means. I'll be honest. I don't think anyone knows what it means anymore. Scholars maintain that the translation was lost hundreds of years ago."
Victoria.  "Doesn't it mean Saint Diego?"
Ron." No, no."
Victoria. "no, that's what it means really."
Ron. "Agree to disagree."


Day 19.

  Becs had her breakfast cooked for her, smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on muffins and then opened her cards including a lovely one from dylan and sol with MOM embroidered on the front.


Unfortunately our beach side location obviously was'nt going to come into its own as it was pretty overcast so we headed to Balboa Park and San Diego Zoo, which was amazing.




We went on a bus tour and a cable car (Pete was a bit scared) and walked about the animals, notably polar bears, pandas (the first place to breed in captivity) and many other rare or endangered species.

A real highlight was lunch as we went to the Zoos restaurant and had lovely food, a free ice cream pudding with candles and becs even had a birthday Mai Tai.


In the late afternoon we left San Diego seeing the big aircraft carriers parked up in the bay - very Top Gun, and then headed a hour or out to Oakzanita Springs. We stopped to buy some fresh fruit and veg from a road side stall, all really good. scenery quickly changed and it became cooler as we headed into the mountains.


The RV park was one of the best yet. It was practically empty, the ranger was really friendly and there was a lovely playpark and club house with a fake fire and mountain lodge type feel. We ate our supper in there and then sat in the RV once the boys were asleep and drank some californian sparkling wine. A really lovely birthday.


Day 20.  

Took advantage of our solo occupancy and went in the hot tub first thing in shifts pushing Solomon and showering and breakfasting in between. The dinosaur digging fossil playpit kept dylan amused for quite a while.

It was nice to feel off the beaten track and this feeling continued into the day. Within an hours drive the landscape changed again, we left California and we were plunged into the scenary of a Hollywood western. There were bolder filled canyons and shouts of Cactus! from the back.


Our first port of call in Arizona was the town of Felicity...population 4. Before we even got out of the RV Felicia our host came to meet us. We quickly had to remove our jumpers and hats as it was hot. The town of Felicity comprises of a homestead, a museum, church, a staircase from the Eiffel tower and even a pyramid.

 The main attraction is the claim to be the centre of the world which stemmed from a children's book and was embraced by the French government and given offical status.

We stood or sat in solomons case on the plaque inside the pyramid and shook Felicias hand to receive our certificates.  Totally random but Felicia whom the town was named after was modest and charming and told us how her husband had bought the land and then thought of ways to attact visitors. The latest addition to the area is a History of Humanity written on numerous granite slabs, designed to preserve our history for generations to come. We were the last visitors for this season as they were closing up and heading off to cooler climes fro the summer the following day.


Back on the road into Yuma and our age-qualified RV park. All of the 'Snow Birds' as they are know (old folk from all over the Staes and Canada who follow the sun around) had also recently headed home so the lovely manager, sneaked us in despite not being over 55yrs.


After another swim, Solomons first time in the pool, we went to a local garage called 'Sunbums RVs' for some essential maintenance and then to a really cool diner called Lute's Casino in downtown Yuma.

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