February 15, 2012

February 15, 2012

I had forgotten about the “noise” in Yuma.  There is a Marine Base here and the Barry Goldwater Bombing Range is on the south side of the Yuma city limits, and covers thousands and thousands of acres.  Guess what?  We are in the flight path between the two.

This morning there was no need for an alarm clock.  The “locals” call it the “sound of freedom.”  It reminds me of the Air Force Bases where Brent was stationed.  When planes would take off or land, all conversation would stop as their sounds passed overhead.  

This morning, Bill took the Honda to have some of the fluids changed...transmission and that kind of thing.  The poor little car had some rough treatment in Quartzsite so we decided it needed a big dose of TLC.

As soon as Bill got home, we left with Dwight and Sheila to do some serious caching.  We took the new road toward San Luis.  Added to the “blankets” of purple wildflowers were lots of yellow ones.  We passed a huge state prison and a National Weather Radar Station as we hunted for cache finds.  Before getting to the border town of San Luis we had found 16 geocaches with only two DNFs.  The caching was good, but the wind was a challenge.  To put it mildly, the wind was very strong!

We decided to go back in to Yuma for a late lunch at In-N-Out.  It was yummy!

After making plans for tomorrow, we went our separate ways to rest and relax.

Survivor started a new season tonight.  We recorded it and may not watch it until tomorrow.  It’s nearly bedtime!