Sunday, May 21, 2006
Yuma, Arizona
This was naturally appealing to the White Settlers, as well, and indeed, there was never a problem getting water. Shallow wells provided all the irrigation water needed, and it was only necessary to build dikes high enough to keep out the floods. To be sure, at various times, the unpredictable Colorado River, following heavy Snow Melt flooded the entire valley, wiping out anyone in it's path. Since the building of the Imperial Dam 20 miles north, however, the river was tamed once and for all and Arizona Farmers are assured of a constant water supply, having carved out a deal with the water hungry Californians, whereby, they are still only using about half of their allottment.
The Imperial Dam Diversion provides water for eight different Water and Irrigation Districts. The Yuma Mesa actually receives water from three of these, so there is no shortage of water in Yuma at this time. To be sure, there are a few rock out-croppings within City Limits, but for the most part, The City sits on pure sand. Immediately off this huge mesa, the irrigation farming starts and runs for as far as the eye can see.
The Yuma Proving Ground
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Trench Mouth and Hydrogen Peroxide
It should be noted that Doctors in America are resisting these cheap medical treatments and in so doing are causing the problem to get worse. I am pretty certain I got this current infection from the hot tub at the motel I am at. This pretty well tells you it is a resistant strain, like the last Ear Infection I got at a similar Hot Tub in West Fargo, North Dakota, some years ago. These resistant strains of Staphylococcus Aureus are caused by Doctors prescribing antibiotics.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Donna's Brother, Steve, In Mexico
Steve and Donna With Josh at Puerto Penasco.
Donna and I along with Josh, journeyed to Puerto Penasco, with a single sheet of paper containing address and telephone number information, to find Donna's brother, Steve, who has been here for seven years and no one had heard from him in over three.
I knocked on the first trailer door I could find to talk to a Mexican who might know where to find Steve. He took me to the local store, where Josh bought a bottle of Mexican Coke, for $2.00 minus 2 Pesos. The gal there tried the 'Phone number that we had been trying in the States with no luck. It got us right through to Steve, and I talked with him briefly, before heading up-town to meet with him. Most of the streets are dirt and there are no street signs, so there is no way we would have found him without the Telephone call. Ten minutes later, we were following his blue Neon to his humble abode in Puerto Pinasco, Sonora, Mexico.
He had brought two travel trailers with him to Mexico and built a sort of Kitchen/Dining area between them out of scraps of lumber, seven years ago. His girl-friend has a son who lives in one of the trailers. He has a third trailer in the yard that he rents out to another fellow...two dogs and a couple cats make up the rest of the family. He has to go outside and then into another lean-to shed to shower or go to the bathroom. He has still another little shed for his shop, but he keeps his tools in the trunk, because if he puts them in the shed, they will get stolen.