Corvina Beach

January 29, 2018, our noses pointing in a westerly direction, we slowly make our way along Hwy 111 to our next destination on the Salton Sea, Corvina Beach.  The water sparkles like diamonds where the morning sun hits it, and there is no where to pull over.

We come to a little oasis along the shore that I thought might be a good place to spend an hour or two amongst the palm trees, but once on the dirt road leading down to the water I spot a no trespassing sign. Private property. Keep out.

DSC_0003I turn around and continue on.

The Salton Sea, largest lake in California, used to be a busy vacation spot. Time has changed all that. The “sea” is slowly decreasing in size,, increasing in pollution, and huge fish kills happen every year.  This body of water is 50% saltier than our oceans! If you care to read of how the Salton Sea came to be, the problems, and the hopes for it you can read this assessment about it Here. While some saltwater species of fish do live in this toxic soup they have huge die-offs each year.

The beach is composed not of sand but of inches deep crushed barnacle shells and dried, petrified fish bones and scales.  It would be brutal to walk on barefoot, but surprisingly it doesn’t bother The Chiweenie Brothers’ paws.

I set up camp and wait for Jan to arrive. I cover the windshield and all the windows on the sunny side of the van  which will help keep us a bit cooler. There is also a wonderful cool breeze coming off the water.  Seagulls are checking out the shore for any bits of food that they might find.

We take walks, but mostly just enjoy the view and the birds. I reflect on the predicament this body of water is in, but have hope that something can and will be done to save it. At this time of the year there is no smell, but in high summer the stench of dying fish can knock you off your feet I am told.

I enjoy our first night’s sunset. DSC_0007

Our second evening stuns with this sunset.  DSC_0052

The next morning, having been awake since 4:00 trying to get a shot of the super blue moon eclipse and failing, I get enough light to catch the setting moon reflecting on the water.  And then Mr. Gull strutting his stuff looking for an easy meal.   The air is cool and refreshing and it’s going to be a stellar day!



Thanks for stopping by.  Hugs, Shawna

CUURRENT READ: Beneath a Scarlet Sky by Mark Sullivan

Water:  Yes                Garbage: Yes
Bathrooms: Vault     Electricity: No
Tables: Yes                Shower: Yes, cold water
Fire Pit:  Yes              BBQ: No
# of Sites:  About 12 Fee: $10 per night, $8 with senior discount
Other:  Nice view of the water.  Near railroad tracks, but honestly the sound is somehow dampened and there are no whistles as the trains pass by.  I didn’t find the trains a bother.



Painted Rocks Campground

October 9, 2017. We leave Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument and head westward, oh ever westward, via 85 north to catch I-8 at Gila Bend, headed to Painted Rocks Campground. DSC_0051

  The plan is to spend a couple of nights here, but once we get to the campground I change my mind. It’s still very warm in the desert and this campground has NO shade.  None. Even the picnic tables go without hats.   

Not to let it spoil our good time, I fill out the BLM (this IS BLM land, but since it is an actual campground with amenities they charge per day for camping here) form and find that the price is cut in half with a senior pass. No, we are still only staying one night.  This light skinned, blue-eyed blonde (well, almost. It’s gray blond, okay?) can’t abide being in direct sun for very long without getting ill.  Even though it’s a one-night stand so to speak I put up the window covers and park so we catch any little breeze that comes along and wants in the side doors.

It’s too late in the afternoon for good shots of the ancient petroglyphs that give this campground it’s name so in the morning, first thing, I take these shots. First things first, though.  Early morning—My favorite time of the day—when the landscape is painted purple gives us this view.


 No doggies allowed in the petroglyph area, so the boys must wait in the van.  It’s not a huge site so it doesn’t take long to shoot these scenes.  Click to enlarge.

We are coming to the last leg of our journey on our way to our wintering grounds. Next stop Yuma.  Rumor has it there is a dog park there …

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna

Water: No                                    Garbage: Yes
Bathrooms: Vault                       Electricity: No
Tables: Yes, no shade covers   Shower: No
Fire Pit: Yes.                                BBQ: Grate on fire pit
# of Sites: I do not know, but there is a LOT. Any size rig

 Fee: $8 per night, half that with senior pass
Other:  The petroglyphs were worth the 11 mile drive into this campground on paved road, but because of the lack of shade, even over the picnic tables, I would not stay here again. Maybe in January.