Everything drained and adjusted, we pulled the motorhome out on the street and hooked up the trailer. I loaded the bike (next time, I will remember to lower the antennae first) and we got it tied down securely. Finally, about 10:00 AM, it was time to say goodbye and hit the road. We've had a great time visiting here in Yuma and will see Sherm again in the Black Hills in June. Thanks for everything, Sherm and Pat.
Leaving town, we actually made it about 1/4 mile into California before swinging back into Arizona but I don't think that counts enough to mark it off on my "Where the RV Has Been" map. We stopped at the Love's truck stop and fueled up before heading east on I-8. The regular Border Patrol checkpoint was closed and the wind was still as we climbed through the pass and dropped into Dome Valley.
There was a sign for Mohawk Valley and I later found out there are Mohawk Mountains here in Arizona. I have to wonder how this happened since the Mohawks are back in southern Ontario.
The trip across I-8 to Gila Bend was uneventful except for a surprise Border Patrol check. No problem there as they waved us through. At Gila Bend we grabbed a bit of food at McDonald's and decided to take Sherm's suggestion to skip the faster, safer Interstate route and take Arizona 85 south to Ajo (pronounced Ah-ho). The road wasn't the best but it was also far from the worst as we entered the Barry M Goldwater Air Force Range. I got to pass my first vehicle on a two lane road as we came up behind what can only be described as "Jed Clampett Returns To Mexico".
After many miles of desert and northbound RV's, plus a Border patrol check that wasn't concerned about the southbound traffic, the tailings lines of Ajo came into view. Besides a long history of copper mining, which ended in 1985 after a bitter strike, this little town is home to many Border Patrol families. It also seems to support a thriving group of businesses that sell Mexican auto insurance since it is on the way to Rocky Point, Mexico. It also has a NAPA, a Dairy Queen and a Dollar general so it isn't entirely uncivilized.
We arrived at the Benson KOA at a reasonable hour. In our site, I found the water pipes wrapped in insulation. The lady who guided us to our spot explained that, last year, the winter temperature got down to 10F, killing the cacti and breaking some pipes. After setting up, I spent some time talking to our neighbor Rich. He is hauling his Harley in a small trailer, topped by a canoe, behind his truck. After spending his life running a specialty steel fabrication business in New Jersey, he is now out on his great adventure. So far, he has been to Key West and New Orleans and plans to touch all four corners of the USA before returning home.
Today's Route (335 motorhome miles):
View Larger Map