Itchy feet attacked again, and for unknown reasons (other than bad cellular service and supplies being a bit of a schlep) we left our nice spot on the Colorado river and relocated to Yuma.
The surrounding farmland smells like a salad.
Lou snagged a nice spot from where he can launch his kayak
We're still on some water, though. A lagoon formed by various irrigation channels and diversions. It's a short run to town. The TV reception is better, too, I'm told. At night we get to watch C130s from the Marine Corps air station perform impossibly acrobatic moves. And the weather is a few degrees warmer. At the moment.