Blog#6-Back across the desert
Day 8-California to Arizona
Left San Diego and drove to Maricopa, Arizona today. I asked Titi what there was to see between SD and Tuscon, and she told me “it’s farmland”. Well, from SD to El Centro, the only thing they are harvesting is wind and solar power, and possibly rattlesnake venom for medical research. I think the apple cider vinegar is pickling her brain. Finally saw some fields, but that was short-lived. Back to rocks, cacti and distant mountains. Pretty, but not lush by any means. Titi loco, but I loves her.
Beyond El Centro
Met a man here at the RV park where I am spending the night. His name is Ken and he and his wife drove their 40-foot motorhome, towing a car, from Vermont south to Florida and then across the gulf states to here. They have been here a month. He said the bad weather followed them all the way; freezing temps in Florida, Mississippi and Louisiana. They were stuck for three days in New Orleans, waiting for bridges to thaw and highways to open. He told me today was the first warm day they’ve had. Pretty sure that was me.
This greets you at rest areas
My AirBNB trailer. Quite roomy inside.
I did spend the night in a trailer, but not this one. It was very comfortable and clean. I was one of the first to use it. Only problem was the shower. I am new to trailers, so I was a rookie. I thought the water pressure sucked, since it came out like a trickle. I made due, lathering up my hair and then taking 5 minutes to poorly rinse it. It was only then that I noticed a push button thing on the hand held nozzle, which I pushed. Vi’ola, I had a great shower going. Clever American Woman. Sadly, that was when the hot water ran out. Stupid American Woman. Live, chill and learn.
One of the retirees staying here
I’m in Arizona for sure!
I have always had an attitude toward trailers and RVs, but this campground is forcing me to change my mind. These people know each other. They can tell you the name of the lady in space 18 who has the hummingbird feeders out. They know the names of the kids who are riding bikes and skateboards through. Most of these folks travel here from cold weather places, but there are also families who live here permanently. I spoke with a young lady, Sierra, who explained that she is home schooled. This campground is really a neighborhood. The people here have built lighted patios, adding humorous touches and personality, like the above bird house and the palm tree.
Cassin’s Finch? Brian please confirm
Making it home
I felt safe here. And I felt welcomed.
I imagine these people would love to live in stick-built houses, but it is likely that they aren’t able to afford that. For whatever reason, they are here. Maybe to get away from the cold back home. Maybe because their home was destroyed by a hurricane. I don’t know, but I won’t be so quick to judge in the future.
Work of one of the families here