The Mighty Colorado River...

Spent the day riding all around Yuma.  Got up to the Colorado River, water was cool and had I not been in jeans, probably would have jumped in!  It's hard to believe this is the same river that I have been too in the Grand Canyon.  The water is still swift, but at the same time gentle and almost serene.

This is looking sorta Northeast.  Interstate 8 is in the foreground, and difficult to see, but that little sign on I-8 in the middle of the pic, is a sign that marks the Arizona State Line.  In the background is the Ocean to Ocean Bridge, which is a one lane bridge controlled by stoplights, and just behind it, can't really make it out (its the darker of the two) is the railroad bridge.  Left side, California.  Right side, Arizona.

There is a park/trail system along the Arizona side of the River.  Walked up and down it a bit this afternoon.  Met a "self-proclaimed" gypsy!  An old-timer, calls himself Quervo, that told me stories of his travels from Mexico, through Arizona, Nevada, and all the way up into Idaho.  From the way he looked and his gear, I believe him.  He wouldn't let me take a picture of him, but he did allow me to take this one.

This is Rock-a-Billy.  Tethered to a tree in the park, grazing on the grass, enjoying the shade.  Nice horse, friendly, enjoyed the attention!  Quervo also had a pack mule there, sorry I didn't get a pic of him...

It was almost surreal riding through a modern city, stopping at the end of the road, walking up to a river, and meeting an absolute, hardcore, outdoorsmen.  He is probably homeless, but by choice, although he has the where-with-all to keep his horse, mule, dog, and himself clean, fed, and groomed.

Tomorrow is another day.  I am planning on riding down to the Mexican Border, only 22 miles away.  Won't be taking my bike across, but I might walk across and have some lunch!

More pics soon!

I think I hear the pool calling my name...

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