Blythe is sort of the first (or last) city you bump into as you enter California from Arizona along Interstate 10. You can transverse the place in a minute or two along the interstate, but I was actually surprised to see it's a big little town once I began wandering around.

I'm embarrassed about the type of sign, but the city is in the middle of the highway median - danger!	This is precious. A dozen school buses wait for the school guy to stop traffic for them to cross.	Miller Park. As parks go, it's got it all -- trees, grass, no parking curbs (British: kerbs). Perfect!
Lovely place, Blythe. Just a bit warm, though. Yes, kids, 100°F (+/- 3° margin of error; it's a Ford).