Tuesday, February 3, 2026

GOLD Along The River

Over the years we have been coming back to an area today known as Picacho State Recreation Area, which is a California State Park. I mention California, as the place is easily confused with the Picacho Peak State Park in Arizona.
We are reaching Picacho over an 18mile dirt road. It is a bit rough with corrugated stretches. The first part is crossing a high plateau before it descends into a valley surrounded by impressive volcanic rock formations.





Picacho, California was once a thriving gold mining town established in 1862 after Jose Maria Maville’s discovery near Picacho Peak. You’ll find this ghost town 25 miles north of Yuma, where nearly 2,500 residents once lived during its 1870s-1900s heyday. The community declined after 1910 when the Laguna Dam eliminated essential steamboat transportation and ore quality diminished. Today, you can explore remaining mill ruins and relocated graves that tell stories of frontier resilience.




Early settlers quickly established placer mining operations in the area’s dry washes after 1852, extracting shallow gold deposits using primitive mining technology. Mexicans and Indians had long worked these grounds using traditional methods like dry washing and winnowing with blankets.





Desert prospectors worked sun-baked washes using ancient techniques to separate fine gold from sand in this harsh landscape.

You can still see evidence of these early efforts in the small tailings piles scattered throughout the region. The settlement, originally named Rio before becoming Picacho, formed around these mining activities.
The early mining techniques were basic but effective for the very fine gold particles typical of these desert placer deposits. The gold deposits in the Picacho Mining District consisted primarily of thin gold-bearing stringers in schist formations. By 1872, operations expanded substantially into hard rock quarrying, marking a new era in the mine’s development.

Golden Years: Peak Population and Prosperity



Picacho’s golden era transformed the once-modest mining camp into a thriving community of approximately 2,500 residents between the 1870s and early 1900s, establishing it as one of the largest settlements in this remote corner of Southern California.

Community dynamics evolved beyond mere survival to include social institutions—a school educating 90 children, multiple saloons, and even a polo field where residents could escape the rigors of daily life.


The economic backbone consisted of approximately 700 miners extracting precious ore that yielded 96,750 ounces between 1906-1910 alone.
Picacho Mills Historic Trail offering accessible pathways through structures that survived submersion

Despite low ore grades averaging just 0.15 ounces per ton, the operation generated approximately $2,000,000 during peak years.

Economic fluctuations followed mining cycles, with periodic investments and technological improvements temporarily reversing declining production trends. The town proudly claimed the distinction of being the first registered town in Imperial County when it was officially named Picacho in 1895.

The upper stamp mill, constructed in 1886 by Stephen A. Dorsey, produced an impressive 13 million dollars in gold before operations ceased in 1910.

The decline of Picacho

The story of Picacho’s decline begins around 1910, when a storm of economic and infrastructure challenges overwhelmed the once-thriving mining community.

The economic impact was swift and devastating as gold ore quality diminished considerably, making mining operations unprofitable.

The timeline of community disintegration unfolded in clear stages:Laguna Dam’s 1910 completion severed crucial steamboat transportation, dramatically increasing freight costs.
Mining operations ceased entirely by 1910 as costs soared and ore quality plummeted.

Population rapidly declined as employment disappeared and businesses shuttered.
Imperial Dam’s 1938 construction raised water levels by 20 feet, submerging much of the original townsite.

Like many ghost towns across the American West, Picacho’s story reflects the boom-and-bust cycle tied to resource exploitation and changing transportation networks.

Today, you’ll find only scattered stone ruins where 700 miners once lived, their history gradually erased by the engineered landscape that now defines Picacho State Recreation Area.

Relocated Graves, Preserved Stories

As rising waters from the Imperial Dam project threatened to consume Picacho’s history beneath the Colorado River in 1938, authorities undertook the solemn task of relocating the town’s cemetery from its original riverside location.

The relocated stories of Picacho’s pioneers now rest beside the state park campground, where twelve additional bodies from Castle Dome Landing joined them. Despite preservation efforts, most graves remain unmarked—their headstones lost during the hasty shift, creating gaps in historical documentation.

Though white fencing now protects these preserved memories near the ravine, the environmental displacement fundamentally altered the connection between Picacho’s dead and the land they once inhabited.

Today, you’ll find this historical cemetery juxtaposed against recreational facilities, a physical reminder of how water infrastructure development forever changed the landscape of the American Southwest.



What Remains: The Ghost Town Today


Today’s visitors to Picacho encounter a ghost town dramatically altered by time and environmental change, yet still revealing fascinating remnants of its gold mining heyday.

The historical significance of these ruins provides a window into California’s vibrant mining past, while archaeological findings continue to document the settlement’s evolution.

When exploring the area, you’ll discover:Two historic mills standing as primary architectural evidence, including visible stone walls and wooden poles from Dorsey’s original mill
The relocated town cemetery with its few marked graves, including Thomas Rochester’s notable memorial
A landscape transformed by the 20-foot water rise following Imperial Dam’s 1938 completion

Friday, January 9, 2026

Hola, This Is The Broccoli Express

DO YOU LOVE BROCCOLI?

This afternoon we had an errand in El Centro. 

On our way back, it was between Hwy 111 and Holtville, I suddenly saw a lot of white stuff ahead. It looked like a lot of cardboard boxes and they were all over our lane. Getting into the left line was impossible, as another car and a bus blocked my way. So I hit the brake and the horn, but a collision was impossible.

A split second later I realized that we just had hit a load of broccoli.

Once being through that mess, we continued our way only to see more broccoli along in the ditch along the highway.

Now, it was time to do a controlled stop on the shoulder and start picking ---- broccoli.

Lots of people were already at it, and I quickly filled two boxes, roughly 40lbs. of beautiful fresh broccoli packed with ice. Crashing to the ground, all of the boxes had opened up spilling their content. It really was mess.

Loaded with broccoli, we continued our way home to camp, where one box was left on the "Free Table" at the host station, the other one to be distributed between us and our neighbours. Tomorrow all of us may appear with green faces.

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

One Hour And We Were Back In Business

Yuma is on Mountain time and our appointment at the RV Repair was scheduled at 9am, which, coming from California, really is at 8am, which meant we had to get up early. Two other errands were on the agenda and they had to be done before getting to CJ's RV-Repair in the foothills.

We had to stop for diesel and a dumping station.

Pilot Knob LTVA

We found both at MAVERIK Truckstop. Then we continued into the foothills.

CJ's is operating behind an RV storage and when rolling into their yard, a guy was already standing outside and waving us into a parking spot.

All I can say is that the man knew what he was doing. After checking out fuses, voltage, and relays, he found the culprit. When I had my coach batteries out to connect the Lithium battery, and afterwards re-installed the old batteries, I had connected a thin red wire to the wrong battery pol. Instead of 12V it only got 6, and, obviously, that is not enough to run the slides. My fault entirely.

Well, the bill I had to pay was not scary. Or what do you think about $130? 

If you get into any RV-trouble in the Yuma area we gladly recommend CJ's. Not only are they very efficient and you don't have to wait months like with RV-dealers, but they also are very friendly and accommodating. When I told him about our experiment with the Lithium battery, he agreed that the battery most likely is faulty.

Being in Yuma, we got our diesel filled up and tomorrow we gonna see some friends, we haven't seen for 2 years.

This afternoon sun got out and we did a nice walk-about at Pilot Knob LTVA. This year the desert is especially beautiful.






Tuesday, January 6, 2026

And Back To The Projects

Lazy Holidays are over and we move back to projects, brought up from our dear motorhome.

In my posting of Dec 22 I talked about our metal roof loosening from the sidewall. Thank god I was able to fix this after I got the necessary screws. I drilled about 40 holes and got 40 screws to hold the metal in place. My way of pressing the roof material to the sidewall was working out. Of course, those screws are visible but who's looking anyway? That roof will never get loose gain.

Having finished that project, we decided to empty out our waste water tanks. The procedure of getting the bus ready to move again always involves a couple of hours preparations.

One of the last things is moving in the slide-outs.

And that's where a new project started.

None of our 3 slides were moving. Pressing the buttons yielded - nothing. Not a sound, no beeps - just silence.

I was stumped. I had only experienced this when I had started the engine without first pulling in the slides. Our bus has a lock-out switch which makes slides inoperable when the key is in the ignition position or the engine running. Similarly the same is valid with the parking brake off. With the help of neighbours I checked all related fuses and relays which could have an impact on the slide operation. All seemed working fine. Yeah, I really was stumped!

We still needed to go to the dump station so somehow the slides had to come in. Looking into our baggage compartments I saw that the electric motors were visible and accessible. One of each side and the third one mounted under our bed inside a wooden box. They just had an electric connector with plus-minus wires.

Searching auto part stores in town for a fitting plugin proved useless, so I build my own with 2 nails, wiring and hot glue. Once that was done I used the battery of my electric screwdriver and inserted 2 copper wires.  Once I connected this make-shift contraption to the slide-out motor, the slide was moving. That meant that we finally could go to the dump station.

Reversing plus/minus moved the slides out again. It is a little awkward, but works fine in a pickle.

A call to two RV repair facilities didn't yield anything. The third company got us an appointment for Wednesday morning. 

So we are near Yuma tonight. Our appointment is for 9am and we still have to go for 40 minutes from where we are now.

Meanwhile, we have been enjoying a super beautiful sunset.