March 22, 2005

March 22, 2005

Imperial, California

DAY 277

 

Today was sunny and hot.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, and wasn't able to fall back asleep. So I got up and walked over to the showers, and took a shower before the morning rush. When I got back to the trailer about 6:30 I was sleepy again, so I walked Bo, then went back to sleep for another hour. These fairgrounds are huge, and everything is so far away from where we're parked. We're certainly getting a lot of exercise walking around here.

Joanne went to another line dancing session early this morning. I stayed back at the trailer and took care of morning chores, then went to a seminar on Wi-Fi. It was very interesting, mostly about what to expect in Wi-Fi development over the next year or two. Joanne and I met back at the trailer for lunch. After lunch, we both went to a seminar and demonstration conducted by the U.S. Border Patrol K-9 unit stationed a few miles south of here at El Centro. It was interesting, although Joanne and I agree that most Canadians would think that the U.S. Border Patrol's efforts along the southwest border with Mexico are somewhat misguided. After that, I had to go to the Ham-O-Rama dress rehearsal, and Joanne went to see what was happening at the Crafts Building. After dress rehearsal, I met Joanne back at the trailer again. We fed the animals, then left to drive into town to buy some groceries. This was the first time we shopped at a grocery store other than Wal-Mart in quite a while. That, and the fact that we are now in California, left us very surprised at the cost of our grocery bill. We have been told, and are now finding out for ourselves, how expensive everything in California is. Diesel fuel is 50 cents a gallon more than anywhere else. We returned to the trailer just in time to watch Amazing Race, and eat the not so great fried chicken we bought at the grocery store.

Joanne walked Bo in the evening, and made a surprising discovery. Bo was absolutely ecstatic, jumping waist high, when he met some black people a few motorhomes down from us. We realized he hasn’t seen any black people in the 3 months we’ve had him. There are very few blacks in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona, plus ... RV’ing seems to be very much a white boys’ gig. We wonder if his previous owners in Alabama were blacks ?

DSK