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.

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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!

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Thanks for stopping by.  Hugs, Shawna

CUURRENT READ: Beneath a Scarlet Sky by Mark Sullivan

CAMP AMENITIES
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.

 

 

Niland Boat Ramp

Our next stop, January 28, 2018 after leaving Slab City is the Salton Sea.  I head north again on Hwy 111 and intend on a night’s stay at the Imperial Wildlife Refuge to do some bird watching.  Murphy’s Law on “plans” kicks in and wouldn’t you know it, this is the LAST day of duck hunting in the refuge.  The only place to stay is the parking lot divided into parking spaces by old fire hose nailed into the ground and I say to heck with it and we move on.

Not too far down the road and just past the border patrol check station we come to the dirt road leading to the old Niland Boat Ramp.  Abandoned and no actual boat ramp visible any longer I grab a bite to eat and then walk the boys over to a quaint abandoned building on the shore and grab a couple of photos.

Not wanting to stay the night in this particular spot I head back out the dirt road to a side road I noticed when driving in.  The road looks solid and we take it coming to a nice level area and I park Freedom and put the window panels up to help keep the heat at bay.  We take a walk then have our dinner.

Charlie's got Bitty on lizard patrol  Charlie showing Bitty how to hunt the elusive lizard.

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Just before dark I hear a diesel truck. It sounds like it is coming up “our” road.  And closer. Closer still and I can now see the nose of a dark blue truck coming to a halt at right angle to my van.  I stick my head out and it’s a guy telling me he hoped I wasn’t offended earlier.  I look at him blankly and tell him no, I am not offended. Long story short, when we were at the end of the road down by the abandoned buildings he was parked next to a larger building “getting some sun”. He was sitting in a chair and had no shirt on, but that’s not unusual. Certainly didn’t offend me.

Have I met the preacher he asks and I tell him no, I have not. “Good,” he says. “He was offended that I didn’t have my shirt on. Guess he’d be pretty upset finding me without my pants, too.”  On my goodness. Another nudist (remember Bookstore Paul?).  What is it with these guys?

He tells me I can have his parking spot by the water as he is going to be gone for a couple of days. I thank him for the offer, but tell him we will be leaving in the morning.  He dithers on about how where I am is his usual spot, and that there are coyotes, but I should be safe. He assures me he is not “hitting on me” and his name is Bill.

Not missing a beat he says, “Well I guess I better put my pants on before I go into town,” and proceeds to open the truck door.  I pull my head back in the van and scramble as far back as I can and wait for him to leave.  I finally hear him drive away with  another assurance that he is not hitting on me and means no harm.  Bye Bill.  I had thought of staying another night, but this clinches it.  We are gone in the morning!

Chiweenie on Lookout Duty  Even the Chiweenie Brothers can’t wait to get out of here!  Hurry up, mom!!

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS DESERT ENVIRONMENT?? Aren’t they afraid things will get sunburned?  Can they do this kind of thing just anywhere out here?

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel!  Hugs, Shawna

Free camping. Nothing posted regarding length of stay allowed. NO AMENITIES.  Not sure about very large motor homes, but there were several medium sized travel trailers here.  AND CLOTHING IS OPTIONAL!

 

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