After a leisurely breakfast in Yuma, we headed west on I-8, an interstate that skirts the Mexican border. Here the desert turns serious, mounding up with sand dunes and very little vegetation anywhere.
But there is a system of aqueducts to bring water through the desert from the distant mountains and deliver it to the thirsty cities on the west coast.
The route sank downward until we were actually below sea level. I know this is nothing unusual for my friends in the Netherlands, but for a Midwestern girl, it's not something that happens every day.
At least not without a wet suit.
Then we saw a sign which advised us to turn off our air conditioning so our vehicle wouldn't overheat.
They weren't kidding.
I sort of expected "Gorignak" to pop out from one of the piles of smooth rocks. (For those of you who don't get that Galaxy Quest reference, go rent the movie and spend a hilarious time with someone you love!)
And today, we'll embark on the Holland America Westerdam around lunch time to start our voyage. My DH and I plan to pinch each other once we feel the deck swaying beneath our feet.
Oh! This last bit of info about our trip is for my Dad who likes to keep track of this sort of thing. The highest price we paid for gas was in Ocotillo, CA on I-8. $3.89 a gallon for regular. I know. Yikes, right?
And now, a few more pics from our last day of driving and arriving...
Solar array in AZ (What a perfect place for it!)
Sandy CA desert
Entrance to Devil's Canyon
Rocky and barren
If you squint, you can see a tiny patch of blue ahead--the San Diego harbor!
Fountain on the Waterfront
Art Deco government building across from our hotel