Squaw Lake is a BLM recreation area outside of Yuma, AZ – although the lake is actually in California (barely). Wow, what a really beautiful place. Parts of the lake were roped off for swimming. The wild burros come down into the campgrounds at night to drink at the lake. They were strolling right around our tent in the middle of the night. We were so thrilled. I also saw a Canadian Loon for the first time – a bird I’ve wanted to see all my life. In fact, he swam right around me while I was in the lake. Amazing. We stayed for several days, but couldn’t get any day labor in Yuma. That weekend the lake was “invaded” by a bunch of whooping hollering fishermen for some sort of fishing contest. We sat and had a long talk. It was starting to get quite cold at night by this time – mid October, so we were starting to think we might want to just find someplace to hole up for the winter. We listed the places we had liked the most, and it was abundantly clear that we had fallen in love with New Mexico.
We packed up and headed back…
