Time for breakfast, this time at Mimi’s Café in Rancho Mirage. The blueberry with strawberry crepe’s and cubed red potato were good. My ham and eggs and potatoes, food passed muster; each had complimentary orange juice.
The Follies, we have heard about these for a couple of years, it has played for 19 years.
The vintage inside is gaudy but in style. They are carried out 9 times a week. Dancers aged from 56 to a good looking gal at 86. The costumes are real colorful and flamboyant. You’d think Liberace was coming out next. There was a colorful Emcee, jokes centered around the aging crowd, true but pleasant. The comic ventriloquist was a hoot. He had a little dinosaur in an egg. He then picked on a guy in the front seat, got him to sit on his knee and used him as the dummy. The guy was a good sport the act used him to say things that you would not say if you were on stage. About how his wife would not forgive him for what he said. Hard to explain. His dinosaur then looked at the ventriloquist and said, I see your one hand and arm and asked the question about where his other arm and hand were. You can imagine the banter that went back and forth about that. In the second half there was a salute to veterans with everyone standing at the end singing the National Anthem. We would recommend this, seat 50 to 100$.
As we pulled out of the city, the winds and sand were blowing real hard. A gust of wind hit us and it sounded like sandpaper hit the side of the car. These winds were expected and thought to follow us to Yuma, well it didn’t. it was a bright day and we were really surprised as we got closer to I8, we were driving thru the lush Imperial Valley, green as can be. We were surprised to see field after field of hay, hundreds of bales stacked tens high and hundreds long, large bales. Also many trucks carrying the bales going north. Along the way we saw many, probably 30 or so police, highway patrol, K – 9 squads, and sheriff cars going north. Looked as they had a sting set at a truck stop – hope they found them.
As we passed a sugar refinery I noticed a mark on one of there bins. It indicated that sea level was about 70 foot up the bin or better said we are 70 feet below sea level. I said to Shirleen, sure glad California is holding back the Pacific from flooding us. We earlier had passed by the largest inland sea and it was 270 feet below sea level.
We got into Yuma when it was dark. Outside the town there was the flood lights pointed toward the boarder. It was located to the right of us and even though the boarder patrol is in the area. There were campers in pop-ups and coaches in the area – sure is not a place I would answer the knock at the door during the night.
Stayed at the Hilton Garden Inn but hungry as it is 8:30. They had a restaurant here and we got our beverages ordered a side of chips and salsa. Thought if the food is as good as this salsa great, chips were fresh and crackly. Shirleen’s BLT hold the Mayo with freshly fried potato chips and my – one of three best in the world – Ruben’s, simmered home made sauerkraut, lightly fried corned beef with a signature sauce on regular sized bread not Texas style was a real it, accompanied with coleslaw, a little late to eat but worth it. jerr
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