Kay and I both returned to the pickleball courts Wednesday. It was my 10th day since the left knee injury. Both stamina and agility were impaired! Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were much the same with pickleball being the featured event. Saturday was “Paddle Day” at Palm Creek; Kay tried out several paddles and settled on a lightweight Selkirk AMPED EPIC. This is an extraordinary paddle and will help take her game to another level.

Our day trip of the week, Sunday, was to the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. The garden blooms year round with some 50,000 plants and five thematic trails—Desert Wildflower Loop Trail, Center for Desert Living Trail, Desert Discovery Loop Trail, Sonoran Desert Nature Loop Trail, and Plants and People of the Sonoran Desert Loop Trail. Masking was strictly enforced and social distancing was acceptable considering the size of the crowd (despite reservations limiting attendance). We really enjoyed all the trails, cacti, and wildflowers.

Though the cool temps and wind kept the birds at bay, this beautiful Costa’s Hummingbird posed for us.

Of the various “gardens” in southeast Arizona, we would rate this third behind Tucson Sonoran Desert Museum (our favorite by far) and the Boyce Thompson Arboretum in Surprise, Arizona. We have yet to visit these this season!

Another uneventful few days for me was on the calendar while still recovering from a partially blown-out knee. Meanwhile, Kay continued playing pickleball and golf—Thursday was one of her pickleball days.

Having read that walking was good for a torn or partially torn knee ligament, I drove to the Riparian Preserve on Friday for a few photo opportunities. Luckily, a few “new to me” species and some not so often seen presented themselves for photos. Night herons are one of my favorites (all birds are favorites) and this one was partially concealed.

Shorebirds were actively feeding along the pond edges including a Black-necked Stilt, Long-billed Dowitcher, American Avocet, and Least Sandpiper.

Another favorite, the Snowy Egret, posed for a picture.

A now regionally famous Roseate Spoonbill, “Rosie”, was quietly resting on shrubs on a small island in one of the ponds. She has spent all winter at the Riparian Preserve.

The big find of the day and the season was a Streak-backed Oriole, a lifer and unlikely “capture”. It is a native to Central America and Mexico, and an occasional visitor to the southwestern US.

Saturday was another pickleball day fort Kay. Sunday was our turn to feed the weekly happy hour group from Arkansas. The menu was beer-cooked and grilled brats, German potato salad, sour kraut, and accompanying condiments. Good times were enjoyed by all after Sunday afternoon golf for all but me.

Monday was another pickleball day for Kay—yeah, she’s going to beat me some day—and I used the extra time to work on this blog and edit photos.

Tuesday was a special day as Ralph and Debra from Olympia, Washington, visited. Friends of Nan and George, we met them on a Viking ocean cruise to the northern capitals including Norway, Germany, Poland, Estonia, Finland, Denmark, Sweden, and Russia. They had never seen Saguara National Park and we had not visited there this year, so we made a day of it, including a couple short hikes and a picnic lunch from Subway. On the return trip to Casa Grande, we stopped at Skydive Arizona and watched a planeload of daredevils jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. After happy hour, they returned to a Phoenix suburb where they spend the winter. We sure enjoyed visiting with them, and enjoy their company.

Recovery and rehab for a “blown out” knee sure limits one’s activities, both outdoors and in. Meanwhile, Kay continues her daily routine including pickleball, and Tuesday she got a “cut and color”—a great cut, but then she’s always beautiful!

Mexico is relatively close by, perhaps a couple hours away. However, most folks from around this area (Casa Grande, AZ) enter at Los Algodones, just west of Yuma, Arizona, via southeastern California. Los Algodones is a small Mexican town in Baja California located on the extreme northeastern tip of the Mexicali municipality.  It is the northern most town in Mexico and Latin America. It is informally known as “Molar City” because of the large number of dentists (approximately 600) that cater to Americans and Canadians. Thus, on Wednesday, Kay and I made the almost three hour trip to Los Algodones.

We ate lunch at a great little street restaurant. The shrimp tacos and quesadillas were quite good and inexpensive; our meal, including light (diet) cokes in bottles, cost $13 American. After lunch, we shopped at the pharmacia and bought antibiotics and arthritis meds—vastly cheapen than in the US—which we keep on hand for travel. The border crossing, both ways, was uneventful and we only had a 5-10 minute wait entering back into the US.

From Los Algodones we drove the short distance to Yuma to “bird” a couple of areas. At the West Wetlands Park, our targets were butterflies and hummingbirds. We struck out on the butterflies, but saw several hummingbirds, mostly Costa Hummingbirds, nectaring on Desert Spoon blooms. Click on image for larger, individual view.

A short drive from there took us to East Wetlands Park where we had hoped to see water and shorebirds. Birds were far and few between, though we did see an occasional rodent crawling out of its hole and woodpeckers in trees along the trail.

Having read many westerns, I was intrigued by the Yuma Territorial Prison. It is now a state park, but railroad and highway development has destroyed most of the prison such that only a few buildings remain.

Yuma, like most Arizona cities, has a flourishing park and trail system widely used by residents and tourists alike—makes one a bit envious. Our plans had been to spend the night in Yuma, sightsee part of the next day, and then return home. However, we accomplished all of our goals, and drove back to Casa Grande, arriving about 7 o’clock PM.

The weather here in Casa Grande is delightful these days with highs in the 70s and lows in the 50s, accompanied by a slight breeze.  On Wednesday Kay and I took advantage of the awesome weather and did a double whammy: pickleball and golf. As has been reported in this journal before, her golf game continues to improve; we both putted poorly, though. A highlight on Wednesday was getting an appointment for our first COVID vaccination. Kay had been working the internet furiously the last few weeks attempting to make an appointment for us for these vaccinations. However, Arizona was not taking patients under 75, thus neither of us qualified. That changed earlier this week, and Kay was able to make an appointment for Friday, February 19; we were excited. Though it is 10 days away, we are looking forward to it, and the second, and getting to hug our kids, grandkids, and friends. Because of the timing, we may be delayed in leaving Arizona by a few days, but what the heck!

With fairly strict adherence to social distancing, our lives are settling into rather regular, but not boring routine. With a bit of time Thursday morning, I made banana muffins—really good! Enough were left over for a couple more mornings.

As we were awaiting pickleball play Friday afternoon, Kay received a call from Banner Health Clinic to confirm our COVID BOOSTER vaccinations next Friday, February 19. Kay related to the caller that it was not a booster, but our first. The caller said that boosters were being given next Friday,  but could we come in now for the initial injection. Since we were only a half mile away, Kay replied in the affirmative, and we were in the clinic within 10 minutes; 30 minutes later we were back at the RV, and the on the pickleball courts! Blessed! As a side note, the entire staff at Banner Clinic was helpful, considerate, and kind, giving one a “feel good” feeling. Why can’t all clinics be like that?

Mixed pickleball occurs on Saturdays, and it has a huge number of participants. I typically try to play both morning and afternoon sessions, but one of the side effects (for me) of the COVID19 injection was extremely sore, achy knees—first the right, and then the left. Surprisingly, it left the right knee about noon, after playing the morning session, but the left knee pain cranked up a bunch; it was bed almost all afternoon and evening—better days ahead, though!

Poor Kay; she opted to wash clothes Sunday morning, Valentine’s Day of all days. She was served breakfast in bed, though, to show how much she is appreciated.

I was scheduled to play “Partners” pickleball with Bev Graham, and we made it through a warm-up game and midway through the first official game. I was going for a right sideline return after having moved to center court, and excruciating pain enveloped my left knee and I almost fell. Limping to the nearby wall, the knee was on fire with pain. Hobbling to the bicycle, and then the RV, for an ice pack. The knee was nursed the remainder of the afternoon while Kay played a great game of golf, as she continues to improve seemingly every stroke. We had happy hour and Valentine’s Day dinner with the HSV group here at Palm Creek, followed by a martini street party—exciting times!

Monday was spent mostly in bed, elevating the knee and alternating cold and heat packs. Kay played pickleball—the day becoming an all too common one.

As I was still down and out with the back injury, Friday and Saturday were rather mundane, spent mostly updating software and apps, and editing photos. Kay did play pickleball on Saturday, though taking it easy with ankle and knee issues. We’re a couple of pitiful, injury ridden “mature” adults!

Sunday was a car trip day—the thought process was that most people would be indoors watching the Super Bowl; wrong! Our drive to Madera Canyon south of Tucson was without much traffic, but Madera Canyon was packed. The trails were crowded, though almost everyone was masked. We opted to hike a portion of the Madera Canyon Nature Trail near the Whitehouse Picnic Area. Jays were abundant, and several deer posed for photography while browsing. Fellow hikers were very considerate to socially distance.

From the picnic area, we continued the canyon ascent to Santa Rita Lodge, where they feed birds and have great observation areas. Again, most visitors were respectful, and socially distanced.

After Santa Rita Lodge, we drove to the Madera Canyon Picnic Area; it was packed. After a couple of circuits, we found someone vacating a parking spot, which we soon occupied. The flaming red Pyracantha Shrub, practically invisible from the road, was highly visible from the south end of the picnic area. We waited there for several minutes for an appearance by the Elegant Trogan, our target bird, but had no luck. Reportedly, it was there earlier in the day. Despite it being mid-afternoon, we had a picnic lunch at one of the tables—really like day tripping! Traffic back “home” was heavy, but uneventful. A quiet evening followed as neither of us gets excited about the Super Bowl.

Monday and Tuesday were filled with pickleball as injuries subsided—a return to near normal. Oh, by the way and not to rub it in, the weather here in Casa Grande, Arizona, is fantastic with highs in the 70s, lows in the 50s, and a slight breeze. We are blessed.

Monday was golf day for the guys, all former or current residents of Hot Springs Village. We played at the Golf Club at Johnson Ranch in San Tan Valley, AZ. It features two very distinct nines. The  Mountain nine rises and falls in and around the San Tan Mountains and provides the golfer with exciting elevated tee and approach shots. The stunning views and environment found on the Mountain nine reflect Arizona desert golf at its best.  The back nine, or Valley nine, cuts a route of generous fairways (their definition of generous is not the same as ours), rolling hills and longer holes on the floor of the San Tan foothills.

Meanwhile, Kay continued practicing and playing pickleball, making steady improvements, particularly in her ability to execute good serves. If she succeeds at pickleball like she has at golf, I’m in trouble!

Tuesday was just another day at the resort, with an emphasis on pickleball as I played 14 games.

Wednesday was another pickleball day for the both of us. After playing in the men’s 3.0 Royal Court Ladder and returning to the RV, I noticed an ache/pain on the left side of my back, and remembered twisting while jumping for a high ball (old, fat men can jump, just not too high). It continued to worsen to such a point that I could hardly move, cough, or sneeze without intense pain, even to the touch—obviously a muscle strain!

After ice packs, heating pads, bed rest, and reading that walking was good for back strains, Kay and I drove to the Riparian Preserve in Gilbert, Arizona, on Thursday to relax and search for the allusive Broad-billed Hummingbird. This time, I made sure the camera settings were proper for the long lens, and came away with a few decent photos. Kay opted to visit a couple of small shopping areas in Gilbert and Chandler while I walked around the Riparian Preserve. Back at the RV, the muscle strain worsened so it was more ice packs, heating pads, and bed rest.