Time to go to the Dentist

My time in Phoenix wouldn’t be complete without mechanical issues, now would it? I mean, it had been almost two months!

I knew that I needed to get the brakes attended to before I started in on my mountain travels. I didn’t think that I would need as much done as I did. I have blocked exactly what was done from my memory.  (I do have the paperwork in my records, though.) Suffice it to say that it was expensive and it took a long, long time. You can see Bart in the middle bay. I got there at the beginning of the work day but didn’t leave until an hour after they should have closed.

However, I managed to get to the resort I had reserved near Yuma. Uh-oh. A resort…

Actually, on their website it looked really nice. It was on the bank of the Colorado River and had large, mature trees.

The rigs are really packed in, but look at those trees! Marvelous!

This is the site they put me in. All the nice sites are booked up by the year. But, there was water and electricity, and it was where I wanted to be, so it was good enough.

Where I wanted to be was close to the border crossing to Los Algodones, Mexico, so I could go get my teeth cleaned.

You go to the end of California 186 and then park in a lot run by Quechan Indian Nation. I paid my $6 to park for the day and walked across the border.

My first stop was a pharmacy. I needed to pick up some amoxicillin that I need to take before I have dental work done. I took a list of some other meds that I thought I  might pick up, if the price was right. My word! The prices were incredible! For instance, the amoxicillin was about $5 for 100 capsules!

Then, I passed by the people handing out flyers for the many clinics in town. According to one source I read, there are over 350 dentists in town that serve mostly people who cross the border to have dental work done.

I stood there looking at the papers, and a man asked me if he could help me. He saw the clinic on the top paper and said he could help me find it. I figured they paid people for customers, so I let him escort me over.

I got signed in – and he added his name to my form, so I suppose he will get some sort of commission – and I took my seat to wait my turn.

Before too long, I was ushered back to a work station. I got my teeth cleaned, I paid my $25 and then I was out in the sunshine again.

I started looking for lunch. Somehow, I ended up back by the wall.

There’s the wall, with a warning sign.

Danger – Extreme temperatures.  I guess Mexico is urging people not to cross, too.

I kept hunting for food. I saw this interesting “Welcome to Los Algodones” water tower.

I made my way back to the more populated parts of town.

There were stalls and stores lining all the streets. I managed to snap this picture quickly from across the intersection. I didn’t want to stop too close to where the merchandise was for sale. A standing gringo is a target for the salespeople.

I finally found lunch at Pueblo Viejo de los Algodones. While I was waiting for my order, they brought a basket of things to nibble on. I was familiar with the tortilla chips, but the wheels were new to me. I can’t say that I liked them, but I did try them.

Oh! This helped make them more palatable.

I sipped and nibbled and listened to the music while I waited for my food.

After lunch, it was time to head back across the border. The line was long, but Los Algodones had constructed a canopy to shade us from the strong sun.

Since there were standing gringos, there were people trying to sell us things, just in case we had forgotten to buy something.

Or, maybe we had gotten hungry while we were waiting in line.

After almost an hour in line, I made my way through immigration. The agent looked at my passport and waved me through.

On my way back to the “resort” I stopped to examine the All American Canal. I was curious. I am intrigued by all that goes into irrigating the desert so that food can be grown.

From my research, I found out that this is an 80-mile long aqueduct that carries water from the Colorado River into the Imperial Valley. It was authorized in 1928 by the Boulder Canyon Project Act, along with the Hoover Dam. Construction started in the 1930s and was completed in 1942.

According to my ultimate source, (Wikipedia) the All American Canal was featured in the 1957 horror movie, The Monster That Challenged the World.

There was also a historical marker nearby that commemorated the 1540 expedition of Hernando de Alarcon.

Alarcon’s mission was to provide supplies for Francisco Coronado’s expedition in search for the Fabled Seven Cities of Cibola, which were rumored to be made of gold. Coronado “visited” Sky City Pueblo in New Mexico, which I also visited.

This marker was erected in 1982 by the Squibob Chapter of E Clampus Vitus, among other groups.

This group is a fraternal order dedicated to the study and preservation of the heritage of the American West. According to my “ultimate source” the fraternity is not sure if it is a “historical drinking society” or a “drinking historical society.”

According to Wikipedia, the organization’s name is in Dog Latin, and has no known meaning; even the spelling is disputed. The members call themselves “Clampers” and the motto of the order, which is apparently also written in Dog Latin, is Credo Quia Absurdum. They take this to mean, “I believe it because it is absurd.”

Who knew? I certainly didn’t!

With my mission for Yuma completed, I was ready to roll on.

Next stop: Salton Sea!



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