Pictured here in February, 2014, we’re at Kool Korners, known to a few RV’ers who either heard about the area, or stumbled upon it after seeing others camped on its slight incline. Beside us, the interesting sound of a bubbling canal comes from the small weir a few yards away beyond the single-lane gravel access road. The weir itself allows for an accurate measure of water flowing through which is vital to the farming practices on the plains below. In the distance shown in one of the photos below, large groves of date palms flourish, on the California side of the Colorado River. The harvest of vegetable crops is happening closer.
Several RVs have converged here to watch the 2014 Winter Olympics from Sochi, Russia. Canada led all nations in gold medals won at the 2010 Winter Games held in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Of course, we were a group of Canadians who were hoping to repeat the success in Vancouver, and we all watched carefully the several days of the contests at Sochi on Shaw Direct satellite television. The core of our group had watched the Vancouver games at Senator Wash, AZ, another BLM (Bureau of Land Management) regulated land located no more than 15 miles away from where we were. Senator Wash is a vast area a little beyond the Yuma Proving Grounds army garrison. Marguerite and I had never had television in our unit until there and then. With those 2010 Olympics games beginning that year our fellow Canadian neighbours, all of whom we camped with on a tropical Mexican coral beach for several years, donated all we required except for the television, which I went into Yuma and bought. We all hoped to repeat the 2010 Olympic wins, especially in Hockey. Nice to be among these good people, who had become great friends.
From our place on the hillside, the substantial activity on the plain below is ongoing, some taking place even into the night. Then, some of the preparation for harvesting another field will be done. Through magnifying lenses it is interesting, otherwise we are just bystanders too distant to even notice, except maybe when another heavily laden truck makes it out to the highway, on its way with food to feed the world.