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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

DAY 75" DOS PALOS - FIREBAUGH - MENDOTA, CALIFORNIA

This morning started at 6:30 am parked on a street outside the city limits of DOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA. We were greeted by Ol' Sol rising in the East behind some homes still shrouded in darkness. At 7:00 am, started walking South on Highway 33 toward the town of FIREBAUGH, CALIFORNIA, 19 miles away. 30 minutes later, received a ride from a Lady and her Husband...her first words were...I saw you on TV a few days ago...Yes, Mam, you probably did...thank you for mentioning it. They drove me South for 10 miles. I walked back to SPIA in just under 2 hours 20 minutes. I have put my walking into "overdrive" today...just to see how it feels and if I could keep it up at top speed all day. I felt fantastic all day. I was walking close to 5 miles per hour for over 9 hours today. A bit bushed when I called it quits, but still felt great...no injuries...no blisters... Well...not EXACTLY accurate...later in the afternoon, my mind started wandering...do a bit of risque' daydreaming and whamo...my left knee twisted for no apparent reason...but we know the reason...Pay attention, Brucie Baby...save the day dreaming for the end of the day...she is not going anywhere ! These interesting balls are found along Highway 33 together with pipes and pumps. It appears that irrigation water is drawn from deep wells - or from distant canals via pipelines; the balls appear to contain nutrients which is introduced into the water pipes as they carry water out into the vast fields found here-abouts. Another option is Crop Dusting by Airplanes or driving tractors pulling big tanks through the fields... The Ball n' Pipe method certainly seems efficient and reduces labor later on.
Sorry this is not a close up...please click click the green field. Found today that this crop is "Winter Wheat". I have been walking by dozens of large fields of Winter Wheat ever since entering the San Joaquin Valley.



Many attractive homes are found along Highway 33.



Please say HELLO to Steven. Steven stopped to give me a ride into the town of FIREBAUGH, CALIFORNIA. I had parked SPIA where I previously started walking early this morning, and with Steven's ride to FIREBAUGH, I did not have to walk double; i.e., back to SPIA.


Thank you, Steven.



All day, Crop Dusting Airplanes flew over and sprayed numerous crops along Highway 33. These four (4) are missing the fifth, which flew over my head at least 10 times this morning.



This business is found along Highway 33 way out in the dingleberries (way out yonder). It supplies seeds, fertilizers, and liquids - including fuel - to nearby ranchers.



These tanks are part of the "Seed" and Supply of the previous photograph. I include this Pic to take a look (click click) at the high wall surrounding these tanks.


In the event of a leak, the high wall, which forms a kinda "tank", catches the spill and keeps it contained and away from Mother Earth and the Rancher's crops.


All petroleum tanks in the USA are required to have such "catch tanks" .



Yesterday, we included a photograph of an "Oval" plate which the Rancher lowers into his water canal to control water flow. This photograph shows another type of water control device...I call it a Dagger Board...it can be lowered and adjusted to allow the exact water flow desired.



Another of the many water canals cris-crossing the San Joaquin Valley. The Mountains in the back-ground are bordering the Pacific Ocean on their far side. We are looking West in this Pic.



Click Click, Please. The small dot in left-center is a Crop Duster Airplane.



At extreme camera telephoto range, managed to catch this Guy spraying the crops...


Click Click for a close-up.



Please meet CHRISTOBAL, tending a de-watering project for land about to be planted.


Christobal says only Christ is called "Christo". All the rest of us must add "bal" if we choose to use "Christo" up front.


Really interesting what one learns from saying "Hi" to a complete stranger.


By the way, Christobal expects to plant either Cotton or Corn this year. He pays close attention to "Crop Rotation". Planting the same crop year after year depletes the soil of certain nutrients. Alternating crops each year puts the nutrients back...but also takes away different nutrients...a never ending demand on the Rancher to choose the correct crop each year.



Colors DO get response.



It is 8:15 pm just now. A few moments ago, the Sun went down...I was fortunate to have SPIA already parked for the night in the town of MENDOTA, CALIFORNIA, and caught ol' Sol saying "Night Night".



Brightness comes from reflection off the underside of the clouds. Ol' Sol is already below the Horizon.



Kinda dramatic, Huh?

Back to the walk. Came upon these four (4) buckets sitting in a driveway. Some youngsters were sitting on car hoods so I asked if they would play a game of Soccer (Football to the rest of the World).


They did. I photographed.



"G O A L" down at the other end.


Thanks, guys...great game.



A bit further on, I came upon this fellow playiing Horseshoes by himself. I was on the other side of the Highway 33, so crossed over and invited myself to throw a few shoes with him.


Never did get his name. He was pretty good. But, I been playing this game all my life. After a few rounds, he simply walked away...returned with a cold 7-UP for me, but did not offer to continue playing.


Lesson Number Three: Never beat the Host at his own game !



When Red Shirt handed me the 7-UP, he brought along his friend.


Please say Good Afternoon to the nicest fellow anyone could want to meet: MANUEL.


Manuel and I talked about "Self", "Others", Growing Old(er)", and the urgent need to be pleased with one-self to be liked by others.


Damned handsome Man is Manuel. We hit it off immediately. Manuel is, by the way, 55 years old...20 years my junior.


Gosh, am I really THAT old ???



This Kitty Kat started to run from me...I started talking to it...it stopped and came quite close...I could read it's mind: What kinda Human ever talks to a strange cat...we hit it off right away, too.



This rig has many names. At CAPE CANAVERAL, FLORIDA, where I worked in the USAF MINUTEMAN MISSILE (ICBM) Project Office on the Cape from 1959 thru 1962, this piece of equipment was called a CHERRY PICKER. (ICBM = Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile)


The Cherry Picker was the quickest way to get to the top of a missile...which in the early days of the Cape, was all too often.


In fact...historical point: At the same time our team was developing the MINUTEMAN, the US Navy way perfecting the Nuclear Submarine Missile POLARIS (IRBM). The Navy had lots of failures...so many, in fact, that the early POLARIS was called the IBRM = In The Banana River Missile (the Cape is on an Island separated from the Mainland by the "Banana River"). Seems the POLARIS often wanted to go it's own way instead of out over the Atlantic Ocean as programmed. (IRBM = Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile)


Oh, Yes, I played with Missiles and Missile support systems for many years...including systems for the APOLLO Lunar Rockets which took many Americans to the Moon and Back.


Yes, I will talk about it, if asked.

Homes in MENDOTA, CALIFORNIA



WELCOME TO MENDOTA, CALIFORNIA



Very impressive: Our National USA Flag and the Flag of The State of California.



Highway 33...a nice road on which to walk.



A Water Tower from another Era. The Ranch has moved on to modern irrigation and deep water wells.


This old tower stands proudly...our reminder of how it once was.



DAILY REPORT: Thanks to 4 rides today, walked 27 miles.


SEE YOUR IMPACT.ORG: Credit 27 miles @ $0.02 per mile = $0.54 for the day.



SPIA, SAM & ME are parked beside a local MENDOTA Food Market. JESUS, the owner has even kindly allowed us to plug into his electricity for the night.


Tomorrow morning, I will walk South on a new road...called the Santa Fe Grade (for the old railroad tracks) heading for the town of SAN YOAQUIN, CALIFORNIA.


After reaching SAN YOAQUIN, we must change maps...we are getting close to BAKERSFIELD, CALIFORNIA and the beginning of the MOHAVE DESERT...the first of many Deserts continuing until we reach the MISSISSIPPI RIVER, some 2,000 miles to the East.



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