Day 28 Friday February 8

beside the Salton Sea

East Jesus

Left Salton Sea camp about 11. S swam in the sea, said it was good. Goodbye to F and E. Through Brawley on to 78 a road much like a desert road from a '40's movie stylized but real. Fire in a palm grove should have stopped and gawked. On to Yuma and an Albertson's that seemed familiar but in a city so much larger than I remembered. Decent shopping experience and then back north across town to the Del Sol Market where the search for pico de gallo using three completely different store workers was simply a failure; there is something in this, something elemental. This the Del Sol, not some Krogers, there should be nine flavors of pico de gallo. The salsa I got which was the only one was pretty good and I had Dona Luna's corn chips and guacamola in an unlabeled plastic sack. After the two commissaries we had our flavors and substances we launched toward squaw lake camp; a parking lot like space with some breaks for sand and plants, plus the lake was rimmed with cattails and there where bass in there. Every thing seems quiet and orderly here cept for the Roxanne our neighbor who was told to shut the f--k up. She says there has never been this type of thing until now. After that things mellowed at the edge of anarchy camp with only the little generators making a fuss. We did have the sausage marinara pasta and a nice salad followed by graham crackers and peanut butter all with box red.  20 miles outside of Yuma, 8:48 pm.