The job finished up on Friday like it was supposed to. Saturday morning we said goodbye to the couple across the street, said goodbye to Jim and Elle. Said goodbye to Barbara and Wally, and headed west. West on Interstate 10 past the Picacho Peak Ostrich Farm and RV Park. West on Interstate 8. Past Gila Bend and Yuma, elevation 160 feet. This is the first time we’ve been below 1,000 feet since last March. We cross the California border, into the Pacific time-zone, and don’t change the clocks; we’ve been in Arizona. Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings time.
It has been a strange time-zone trip for us. We went from mountain daylight time to mountain standard, without crossing a time zone, when we crossed into Arizona, so we changed the clocks. Then we crossed from mountain standard to pacific daylight time when we crossed into California, so we didn’t change the clocks when we crossed the time zone. But the funny thing is that we crossed into the next time zone on the same day the time changed from daylight to standard (in California), so we had to change the clocks anyway.
Passed the Imperial Sand Dunes Recreation Area; packed with off-road vehicles buzzing up and down the dunes and a thousand RVs dry camping in the desert. Yuma, El Centro, Ocotillo, right along the Mexico border. We stopped at a quiet place, outside Anza Borrego Desert State Park. No cellphone service, but we’ve got email. We’ll stay here a week.
