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Moving Day, Happy Golf and More

On Monday, February 6 Karen and I needed to move the trailer again but fortunately not far. Sabrina and James, the owners of QYB Ranch, had another scheduled RVer arriving for six days in the spot we were using. But knowing our situation they made available to us their personal RV storage location by the barn for as long as we needed it! Yet again another example of God's provision and the kindness to us by strangers. This new site has both water and electricity and they are only charging us $20 per night. With our black and gray tank storage we can last a couple of weeks without needing to dump. This allows us to stay on the property as our RV Mobile Tech Scott continues making the freshwater tank modifications and repairs.

Later that same day, after running some errands, we spent the afternoon trying our hand at 9 holes of golf while in Tucson. Karen and I are not real golfers but "duffers" (as defined as a person inexperienced at something, especially at playing golf). We made a tee-time at the Silverbell Golf Course for 3PM and attempted to play our version of "happy golf". The goal was to enjoy the outdoors, fresh air and one another's company. To make it enjoyable we played a round of "best ball" which is where all players move their ball to where the "best ball" lies after being hit. Despite our best efforts it was a challenge! Unfortunately, the weather was downright cold and windy to boot. And the course was in terrible condition and poorly marked. Definitely sub-par conditions overall. We played our nine holes and got our moneys worth but this course is not a do-over.

Tuesday, February 7 Karen spent the morning working remotely while I read and listen to music outside in my reclining zero gravity chair. We departed around 1PM for points south off Interstate 19. Our eventual destination was Mary Johnson's home in Rio Rico for dinner. We made a quick stop in Tubac, AZ and proceeded to pick up Mary before heading to Tumacacori, AZ to visit the National Historical Park there.

According to the park literature available, Tumacacori (Tu-ma-COCK-cor-ee) was home to the O'odham people who lived along the Santa Cruz River. Between the late 1600's and the mid-1800's Spanish priests, then soldiers and settlers arrived in the valley. Some of the O'odham moved into the mission community, where they encountered European ideas about building, religion, governance and community. By adopting the priests' intensive farming methods and metal tools, and planting seed and cuttings of non-native plants, the O'odham could grow winter wheat, quince, fig, apricot, pomegranate, and peach. Livestock-cattle, sheep and goats-further expanded the range of available food.

San Jose de Tumacacori, depicts the mission and its environment circa 1827. Being the son of a father born in the US and a mother born in Mexico, I can appreciate across centuries, how the communities of O'odham, Yaqui, Apache American, Spanish, and other cultural traditions survived, merged and blended together in the Santa Cruz valley. Although Native peoples and newcomers sometimes fought, mission registers show that they also intermarried, which led to an ever-expanding network of kinships.

We ended the evening with a wonderful, home-cooked dinner at Mary's. She is in the process of selling her home in Rio Rico and based on the number of calls she was getting from her realtor, this might be the last time we share a meal with her in this home. New adventures lie ahead for all of us!


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