The plan had been to cross the Sierras via Yosemite. From there I'd see a friend in Stockton and another in San Francisco. Then I'd mosey down the coast. That made sense, but, eh, I wasn't really feeling it.
Even though it's post-Labor Day weekend, getting a camping spot in Yosemite would require some hustling. And there are almost no free places to camp along the California coast.
I think I've had my temporary fill of mountains. After a while it all looks the same. Then there's the issue of getting enough of a clearing in the trees to make the solar panel happy. And there's the whole bear box thing. Oh, and the outrageous gas prices.
Then I read a friend's blog. I hadn't seen her since April. She has been dealing with some life challenges without much support. Presto, I had a new plan, a new direction. She's in Cottonwood, Arizona. That's where I knew I needed to go.
I figured as long as I was schlepping, I might as well swing by Yuma and cross the border to restock my medications. Even though it's usually the hottest place in the country. It was 112° today. Excellent timing, huh? Passing Imperial Dunes it was very easy to imagine myself in the Arabian Desert. Of course, there was no way I was going to try sleeping in the Rolling Steel Oven. I got a hotel room. I'll head off before sunrise to beat some of the heat. Cottonwood is 3,000 feet higher than Yuma, so it will be in the "balmy" mid-90s instead. Don't say goodbye to summer yet.