I am afraid I have started to think of last night's resting place as Lake Haversack City. This is right up there with Cheesypeas Bay. Or possibly down there. You be the judge, and keep your conclusions to yourself. One thing to like about the place is this: when approaching from the north, you pass a shopping mall just off the main road. The road leading down to the mall is called "The Shops Boulevard". I kid ye not.
It was a hot day from the off with the temperature exceeding a hundred Fahrenheits practically as soon as I'd fed the Mudstang some more motor-spirit. At least yesterday it crept up on me gradually. Both this afternoon and this evening saw brief bursts of 121 degrees, which is hot enough to melt your ears, and I wimped out at lunchtime and put the roof up and the air-con to 11.
The run down to Parker Dam is quite nice really, and unlike the Hoover Of That Ilk, it's practically deserted. It has Roots Buried Deep into the Earth, or at least into the bed of the Mighty Colorado so although it's not as impressive on the surface as some of the Big Boys, it can boast some serious numbers to those who care about such things i.e. not me.
The country flattens out downstream of the dam and it's all agricultural and has roads with twenty miles long straights which nearly caused me to fall asleep. I managed to find a suitably shady spot for a spot of rest, although it wasn't very quiet:
|Mudstang and Englishman not going out in the mid-day sun...|
|(Small brown dog on sandbank to left of boat)|
|The upstream side of Imperial Dam. Not a bad picture considering I had to hold the camera at arms' length above my head...|
|Triple Bridgey Goodness: I-8, Penitentiary Avenue, railroad. Latter complete with train!|
|Southern Pacific locomotive 2521|
On unresolved issues: There are two, viz.
- Where shall I go next? I'm not enamoured of the prospect of going to the seaside on a Bank Holibob weekend, and
- Where I can I buy some fags? I'm on the last packet of duty-free...