California

Ahem. Not Yuma, as you can see. Some of us wanted to go to Yuma to pay homage to the film "3.10 to Yuma", a noir cowboy flick of considerable grit. But Yuma today is suddenly waking up to become . . . another stretched out town of hotels and highways. Sigh. It was pleasantly warm and we learned it is particularly well liked by the Canadians, that polite nation. Enough reason for us to up sticks quickly and head on to San Diego, a mere 2 1/2 hours away.

And into our last state - California. The scenery was quite spectacular. We passed through forests of saguaro cactus, past glorious desert peaks and long plains. Towns like Superstition Valley, Friendly Corners and Jackrabbit beckoned, but we stayed on the I-8 to San Diego. We passed through the stunning Boulder Park - where giants play marbles.

A fast, smooth run. Except for being stopped by the border patrol twice (which now makes 4 times in all). Very nice people I'm sure, but if they are in action then the giant fence, which we shaved close to for miles and miles and miles, clearly ain't working. Unlike all the Mexicans who are trying to break in to the US to get jobs on minimum wage. Anyone that keen to leave their homeland and do shit jobs is showing the kind of enterprise that America used to like. Let 'em in, I say.

So after Yuma sent us away, we came on to San Diego. Sniffle - our last night here. San Diego seems to be a bit empty - no doubt everyone is at home getting gently smashed on egg nog. And singing carols. Time for us to go home too I reckon.