With El Centro, California in my rearview mirror and a the Dream Machine’s toilette—sewer dump, fresh water, electrical hookups—completed, a recharge of our spirit in Church, and a nice visit with a missionary colleague from the 1960s, Elsie DeVann, we’re back on the road.BLUE SKIES AND CLEAR ROAD AHEAD! Life is good in RV-land. Rolling along on Interstate 8, engine purring nicely, generator powering the roof air conditioner keeping it cool and comfortable, Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony on the tape player at full volume since Jean is going pullman this morning with the back speakers turned off, coffee cup at hand, Millie, our GPS navigator, reporting only 250 miles to Ajo where we planned to gas up, eat lunch, snap a few pix, and rest before the short jump into Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument where we will camp.
As we were nearing Gila Bend, we saw a road sign pointing to Painted Rock Petroglyph Site. After consulting our bible for photographing the Southwest by Laurent Martrès (more on these books later), we decided to take a look-see. It turned out to be an awesome collection of petroglyphs—almost every black, smooth surface has been pecked. So we camped looking forward to the next day for some serious petroglyph photography. So the day ended after a relaxing 180 miles.
