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Yuma

2015-03-22

tl;dr: I followed the canals into Yuma and found myself a hotel and ate too much at Golden Corral.

At first I thought it was fireworks. Then I decided I must be near a shooting range. Finally I came to terms with not having any idea what that bang bang bang was all night long and into the morning. It was like somebody firing off shotgun every eight seconds without stop.

I've seen a pattern arising in these agricultural lands. There are occasional discarded latex gloves and hair nets. The porta-potties have specific instructions about washing hands before returning to work (los empleados tienen que lavarse las manos antes de regresar a trabajar). An effort is made to keep the produce clean. This is probably common knowledge, but I suspect that much of what is picked is never washed or even further sorted before it ends up in a grocery store.

I followed canals the rest of the way into Yuma, where I opted to stop at a more expensive hotel than I normally frequent. I cleaned myself up, and then walked to a Golden Corral buffet and hurt myself. I returned to my room and napped for a few hours.

And that was my day.

good morning Arizona


los empleados tienen que lavarse las manos antes de regresar a trabajar


canal going under a wash


ducks


McPhaul Bridge to nowhere


Yuma

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