
Three Wise Men

Palm Tree (as an alternate to the traditional fir or pine...)

Reflections in the pool.

Nope, not fireworks. It's the guiding light, all wisemen follow this.
Best of the Season to All!!!
This blog is a chronicle of my travels and activities since retirement.




However, the merchants are beginning to be pinched by new American restrictions. New rules on bringing prescriptions back across the border and hikes in drug prices reduce the saving and increase the difficultly of buying drugs. Liquor is now restricted to one liter every 30 days. But, the biggest headache for me is that it is now a time consuming process to get back across the border with your purchases. The customs officers record your name, liquor purchase, and verify your prescriptions against your drug purchases as you return to the US. This is time consuming and the number of officers has not been increased. What used to take 10 minutes took us close to 90 minutes this time. Fortunately when the line gets really long they seem to forego the recording and pass people through with the "anything to declare" question, stopping only those that make them curious.
I did come across a courtyard that I did not remember, and it made a nice picture. Most of the town looks like the street picture rather than the courtyard.
On the way back (just West of Yuma)we made a detour in order to drive by an old Butterfield Overland Stage Company stage stop that we had spotted from the interstate. Took a bit of winding around, but it was interesting. It surprised me that this site was not preserved in any way, apparently it has not been adopted by a historical group.
In 1857 John Butterfield of Utica, N.Y. won a government contract to carry mail from St Louis to San Francisco twice a week. His route was Southern in order to avoid heavy snows so that he could run year around. They also hauled people and small cargoes as a side to the mail. Mark Twain traveled the line in 1861 and wrote of his experiences. If you would like to know more about the stage line try going to
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! We had one, thanks to the friends of the son of friends (that complicated enough for ya?). Anyway, we celebrated T-day with a group of very nice people in their home in Auhwatukee (a suburb of Phoenix). We ate the traditional T-day meal of way too much of everything. The food was wonderful and the company was excellent (and in my case the wine was flowing freely). The Thanksgiving picture is of the table before we ravaged it......
We are staying in an RV park in Mesa (another of the many suburbs of Phoenix). Our section of the park is called The Ranchos. We have a nice big paved site with a brick patio, a gas grill, telephone and cable TV included. It even has mail delivery right to our mailbox at the front of our site. We made our reservation for this site last April. It is in the East valley of the Phoenix metroplex which is the primary target of an estimated 300,000 snowbirds. For you non-RVers, snowbirds are winter guests to the area who are trying to escape the unpleasant weather of their home states.
The bar opened in 1983 and was a favorite destination of off-roaders who approached the bar by a 4-wheel trail over the nearby mountains. Our trip to "The Desert Bar" was by a 5-mile dirt road, but we were promised that on a future visit we would take the 4-wheelers route. This is a shot looking towards the bar from that dirt road. That is a Jeep Rubicon in the pic, they come from the factory with most of the options that 4-wheelers want (plus, much to our glee, A/C, automatic, and plushy seats).
Here we look down on the bar, where we drank beers, listened to live music, and ogled some really hot young woman (okay, so Sharon didn't ogle, she just punched me).