It rained all night last night off and on and the vineyard is built on the side hill so my always worrying mind (and 33 years fighting road washouts on Mason Hill North) was worried about getting out of there. But daylight came and all was fine. Paul’s water dams all held. We saw another van parked who had spent the night. Coffee and Wordle and then we drove down the hill and Deb found the road where we could hike into the southern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, which starts at the Mexican border.
We walked half a mile or so to the monument there and back. Lots of washed out roads so they must have gotten a lot of rain the last few days.
It was only about half an hour back to the interstate (I-8). If we had not done the Harvest Host thing at the vineyard, we would have never seen this RT94. I would recommend the detour.
Next stop, or rather last stop, was Painted Rocks BLM Park. We decided to check this out and if it looked good we would stay the night there, and if not, we would continue on to Gila Bend and stay at a motel with a hot tub. Painted Rocks ($8 camping) has a large pile of rocks where Native Americans drew pictographs (graffiti) all over the rocks. The rocks here take on a dark glaze so they could use pointed rocks and peck away the glaze and leave whatever drawing they chose. Snakes, animals, people, sun, etc. They have been here for centuries. The Mormon Battalion went through here, as did the Butterfield Stage Coach in the mid 1800’s.
So we were on the fence but decided to do the motel thing. And it’s not just any motel, it’s the Best Western Space Age Lodge! The whole place was a throw back to the 60’s and had been recently renovated. As it turned out, it was not that exciting, but they did have a lovely outdoor hot tub with nobody in it, along with a free breakfast at the Space Age Diner next door. So a good way to spend the last night out.
Day 23 - odo = 3861
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