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.
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 for a close-up.
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.
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.
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 !
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.
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.