Monday, February 23, 2015

CALIFORNIA HERE I COME.....RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED FROM (Kind of)


Lake Havasu City, Az, is behind us as is Needles, Ca. and we are heading west to Escondido RV Resort in Escondido, Ca. in San Diego County. To get there our route took us, yet again, along I10 West through some more amazing and barren desert to 215 which led us to I15 south to our RV Park. I won't put any more desert pictures on here since it all looks pretty much the same but I did get a photo of some pretty incredible dried up lakes that we see from I10 east of Joshua Tree National Park. There were three of them and quite a ways in the distance so this is the best shot possible. The white you are seeing is the salt.

Not sure which dried up lake this is. There were three on the map.
It's very remote with nothing out there except the odd little town dotted along the way and we traveled through mountains, across huge expanses of nothing and crossed and re-crossed the Colorado River a couple of times. Our first little peek at 'civilization' was when we entered what people from Southern California refer to as 'the desert', meaning Palm Springs, Palm Desert, Cathedral City, Indio, and a few other desert towns that have sprung up in the Coachella Valley. These towns kind of all run together and have a successful tourist trade although the desert cities have attracted many year round residents as well. Plenty of Hollywood people have made their homes in the desert and Sonny Bono was once the mayor of Palm Springs.

Driving through Coachella Valley and the wind farms.

Thousands of windmills. In the background you can see the desert hills.
Driving down from San Jacinto south toward our destination we saw, out of nowhere, a green, green valley, indicating that southern California had been rained on lately and it sure did look beautiful.
How green is your valley??

No more than 45 miles north from where I used to live and I had no idea this existed.

Suddenly we were back on I15, the freeway that I drove pretty much every day for ten years, and boy oh boy did it feel exciting. As we passed through Temecula, a busy town with some pretty famous wineries, where I used to shop and by-passing Fallbrook, where I used to live and on south to Escondido it was like old home week for me. Everything looked so familiar and yet it all looked so different somehow. I knew it was beautiful when I lived here but you tend to take beautiful scenery and beautiful views for granted when you see them every day.

Our little co-pilot, Kaede, was born right here in San Diego.

As was Freddy, our co-co-pilot.


Our RV Park in Escondido is called the Escondido RV Resort; is located about three blocks from the I15, is a ten minute drive away from where my sister lives in San Marcos and within walking distance of groceries and close to all kinds of shopping. In other words, it's right in the middle of it all and, as an added bonus, is a very attractive and extremely well kept RV Park. We lucked out on this one.

Erik and Kaede enjoying the California sunshine.

Well treed, wide one way roads.

Another view.

Bird of Paradise

I believe those are some California drinks. Yup.

California Dreaming is becoming a reality.



Since our arrival on the 23rd of January we have experienced perfect weather, have reconnected with old friends, I've played plenty of tennis, visited Fiesta Island, one of the many local wineries, Erik has played music and we have just generally enjoyed ourselves.

Our friend, Phyllis Miller, brought us champagne on the day we arrived.

Cheers.
Down in San Diego there is an island called Fiesta Island, a vast island off Mission Bay with fire pits, dog parks, various water sports & 27 miles of beach. We took Kaede and Freddy to the dog park there (about 95 acres of off-leash fun) and took these photos. It's so large and there are so many dogs but they don't even cross each others path - so much room to roam. The road around the island is one way and designated at 5 mph/8kmh, a necessity as children and dogs and adults alike run around, ride bicycles and load their boats and kayaks into the bay.


Erik off to the left, Kaede on the beach, Freddy checking out the blonde behind him.

Fiesta Island.

Beach is behind me.
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Circa 2006, Candy, Phyllis, Moi

2015, Same court, Same group.

On the tennis front, I was able to join on a monthly basis, my old club, Vista Tennis Club www.tennisclubofvista.com and have had a steady diet of fun tennis followed by leisurely lunches that involve lots of laughing, good food and the odd glass of wine.

This is by no means the extent of my blogging about California. Truth is, we have been busy doing things, going out, getting over pulled backs (Erik) and a killer cold (me) but there are plenty more pictures, videos and words about our time in sunny California coming your way. Stay tuned. There's even a music video or two to get you tapping your toes.

Cheers.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

CALIFORNIA DREAMIN' IS BECOMING A REALITY

Imagine you have untold wealth, enough wealth that it enables you to not only build a town out of the arid Arizona desert, it also allows you to purchase a decaying bridge from London, England and have it shipped, piece by piece, to your new Arizona desert town. Robert Paxton McCulloch, Sr. (1911-1977) didn't only imagine it, he made it happen.

Re-building London Bridge in its new desert location.

Stock photo of the finished product.


California Dreamin' implies that we have landed in California and this blog posting will feature California. Well.......no. Our first sighting of California was, at best, disappointing. Instead of staying another night in Arizona at Lake Havasu City (right on the border with California) we opted to stay in a little town on the California side called Needles. Well, let me tell you about Needles. The RV Resort that we booked for a three night stay was on the banks of the Colorado River and advertised plenty to do. Our original parking spot was right there on the river but the wind was so strong that the image of our entire Fifth-wheel being encased in and filled with sand had the potential of becoming a reality. We changed our spot and ended up in what can only be described as an unattractive parking lot with hookups for RVs. However, the Park was about a half an hour from Lake Havasu, AZ, and that's what we are going to talk about today. Dogs in tow we spent the day in this amazing desert oasis, had an incredible lunch at yet another dog friendly patio restaurant, and drove across London Bridge.
Looking down on Lake Havasu from Lake Havasu City.

It's kind of incredible to see this lake (really an extension of the Colorado  River) in this desert.


Getting back to Lake Havasu City, here is how this town of nearly 53,000 people came to be. It did not naturally rise out of the sand, Lake Havasu City was planned and built by Robert McCulloch. McCulloch's grandfather on his mother's side was a good friend, backer and stockholder of Thomas Edison. He also founded the public utility system in Milwaukee. Upon his death he left most of his substantial wealth to his three grandchildren, of whom Robert was one.

Robert, himself, was no slouch. He graduated in engineering from Stanford University and his inheritance allowed him to pursue both his interest in boat racing and his education. Over the years he founded several manufacturing companies; one was McCulloch Engineering Company in Milwaukee that produced racing engines and superchargers. He sold the company for $1,000,000 when he was only 32 years old.

He then founded McCulloch Aviation and moved his company to Los Angeles where he changed the name to McCulloch Motors Corporation. Prior to the move to LA he and a friend, Ralph Evinrude, had been tinkering with outboard boat motors. As a result Ralph started manufacturing Johnson-Evinrude boat motors. A three-way competition between Evinrude, McCulloch and his in laws, the Briggs of Briggs and Stratton, developed. McCulloch became dominate in the manufacture of chainsaws.

At a land auction in the town of Kingman, AZ in 1963, McCulloch purchased 26 square miles of barren, desolate land for $73.47 per acre that would become a city in the desert. In the 1950's McCulloch had teamed up with C.V. "Woody" Wood Jr with whom he went into the oil business and McCulloch Oil was formed. A subsidiary of this oil company actually developed Lake Havasu City. Woody had been the first employee of Roy and  Walt Disney at the start of their theme park concept and was the planner and general manager of Disneyland.

How could it fail right? Credentials, money and backing, experience and fortitude, Lake Havasu City, a vision of a desert city was made into a reality. The lake, Lake Havasu, is a large reservoir behind Parker Dam on the Colorado River, on the border between California and Arizona.  The lake has a capacity of 648,000 acres and is where the testing of the outboard motors that McCulloch and his cronies manufactured took place. Building a new city in the remote desert can't be easy and as C.V. Wood remarked - there is no handbook on how to build a city with step-by-step instructions.

Meanwhile in London, England the world famous London Bridge was showing signs of age. It really was falling down!! It was sinking at the rate of one inch every eight years. In order to preserve the history of the bridge the City of London offered the bridge to the highest bidder
Lions, of course, in the English Village.

Looking under the bridge to some faux Tudor shops.
and Robert P. McCulloch, looking for a centerpiece for his new city, bid $2,460,000. His bid was accepted on 18th April 1968 and, it was noted, that he had bought a bridge he didn't need for a river he didn't have.

It took three years to dismantle the bridge piece by piece. Twenty-two million pounds of stones were each numbered for reassembly and stacked ready for the 7,000 mile trip to Lake Havasu City via the Panama Canal to Long Beach, Ca. The cargo was then trucked 300 miles inland to the lower Colorado River. The bridge was reconstructed on dry land with giant sand hills pushed up to support the bridge arches during the building process. Then a mile-long channel was dredged so that water flows under the antique bridge from the main body of Lake Havasu. The man made channel created an island from a peninsula. The bridge was dedicated on 10th October 1971 at its new home in the American desert.

And now Lake Havasu City has morphed from an industrial town (McCulloch brought some of his manufacturing plants to the city) to a thriving and lively city that is one of the most popular vacation destinations in Arizona with world class golfing, water sports, museums, galleries, shopping and, of course, London Bridge.

As a place to visit I would certainly recommend  it. Most desert cities tend to be flat with few high rise buildings (a few exceptions would include Phoenix) and pretty spread out. Lake Havasu City is the same. From certain vantage points you can actually see the boundaries of the city very clearly; there is nothing to obstruct your view of the rolling desert hills. The information centre at the English Village is very informative with lots of good information about the bridge, about McCulloch and, of course, brochures of other attractions in the area that you may be interested in. London Bridge kind of sits there quietly in the glaring desert sun, the very blue sky above it and, believe it or not, actually blends in with its surroundings. For most of its life London Bridge would have been slick with rain, now it is slick with the reflection of the ever present sun beating down on it.

London Bridge is in full use, not just an attraction. We drove over it and while it's not very spectacular it is a piece of history that is worth  having a look at. As intended by McCulloch, it certainly put his little city on the map.

The Colorado River is a natural border between the states of Arizona and California and is one of the most controlled and litigated rivers in the world. with every drop of water allocated. The Colorado River is the source of drinking water and water for agriculture in the southwestern desert areas like Nevada, Arizona, California and other western states. Intensive water consumption has dried the lower 100 miles (160 km) of the river such that it has not consistently reached the sea since the 1960s. Water restrictions and even water bans occur in this area when there just hasn't been any rain for many years in a row.
Crossing the Colorado River near Lake Havasu City, AZ into California.

Colorado River, again.


I lived in southern California, San Diego County to be precise, from 1997 - 2007 so driving westward across the California desert and into familiar territory, where we will stay for at least a month, is very exciting indeed. Next stop Escondido, CA, smack in the middle of San Diego County and a twenty minute drive to old friends, my old tennis club, and some music for Erik.