A Travel Post: Blythe, CA

Hey remember that time I said I was going to California and that I'd post cool pictures when I came back? opps. It was very cool. And I'm not talking about the weather which was warm. Very very warm, I came back with a semi-tan-glow which has long since faded in a sea of fake-bakers. Back to Blythe! I liked it, the part that made the trip the best was the people I got to hang out with, namely my father, a brother, and my dad's three sisters. The house, Grandpa's house had been un-lived in for sometime and therefore had welcomed a new type of inhabitant [rodents] that were exponentially less pleasing than the former occupants of the house. This, while super gross, did not damper spirits [very much] and even brought us closer together, and added to a running joke that Gruwells are immune to poison ivy, and now the haunta virus-go us!
Some activities I really enjoyed: 

• Looking for scorpions at night with a UV light [they glow under UV light you know], 
• Checking out the stars. Sorry Wyoming and small-towns of Utah and Arizona, your sky has nothing on Blythe's,
• Eating the Ken [an enchilada-style burrito smothered in some sort of yummy green sauce]
• A cook-out at Picture-Rock-Canyon. A long standing family tradition spanning 4 or 5 generations now. Basically we pack up some food, water, ourselves, drive into the Arizona desert [half-hour away], find our special road that takes us to our special canyon stopping for wood along the way, stop, set up a fire, cook food, hike around, eat and enjoy each others company.
• Going to the cemetery to visit those Gruwells who are still hanging around Blythe and to do something with genealogy work.

I learned that:

• my Grandma G loved the 'Relief Society' crafts. 20 years later there is still evidence of such.
• Aunt Janelle is a Real Woman! after having little brother and I put on gloves we proceeded to tackle a dresser that had some nasty evidence of our furry friends everywhere, but Janelle never hesitated, she just did it, it was impressive. 
• I am a girly girl who LOVES hot showers after a gross days work. I can't deny it any longer, I no longer can claim the ruggedness quality.

While going to Blythe was fun, it was a sobering to think that this trip is one of the last times ever. It was like the last chapter of a story, may I confess that I am sort of jealous that I wasn't there for the middle or beginning? I'll just have to let it become a part of my own story, right?

 

Post Script: My battery is dying and therefore I must charge my laptop. 

Pictures in the the next post!