We came back to camp, had lunch and did a little camper maintenance or reading. While I was changing a light switch it broke so I had to go wandering around the area looking for a hardware store. It made for some nice sightseeing as I wandered about the countryside following my GPS. First we went to a store that didn't exist. Normally I'd be irritated at this but it was such a nice drive that I didn't care. Ended up in Casa Grande about 22 miles from camp. It impressed me once again how these western cities have such an abrupt change from farmland to urban setting.
Yesterday I mentioned the Yuma Prison Library. That was when I noticed a big coincidence. I was reading another Archer Mayer detective mystery, he is a Vermont author I have come to like a lot. Anyway, I had bought that book on E-Bay and noticed it was stamped as surplus from the Yuma Public Library.
Picacho Peak is the high point in the center. The peak off to the left is separate. The saddle we reached is the low point on the right |
Picacho on left, saddle on right |
Nameless little peak |
That same nameless peak |
This little guy was on the saddle waiting for handouts |
Looking down the back side |
Panorama from the saddle |
A train I encountered on my way to get a switch |
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