Saturday, January 27, 2018

What day is this?

Waiting on the activities director to tell them what's next, campsite view, sunset on the Salton Sea (lasts forever), daily morning walk in the desert.






"It's important to remember when you're traveling in your motor home that life doesn't stop. You are still shopping, meal planning, cooking and cleaning. It's necessary to schedule occasional days to give yourself permission to just do nothing and enjoy the scenery." Advice from an RV Blogger.

Um, no problem. We've pretty much gone from hot tub to patio to pool and back again. Meals are  whatever we feel like grabbing out of the stash I brought. My most stressful thought has been, "where are we going next?" rivaled only with "what day is this?" 

Sunday, January 21, 2018

My Spirit is Greige

What we said we were going to do was rent an RV, go to the Tucson Rock show and then head out to California to Fountain of Youth to spend a couple of days with our good friends Debbie and Jesus Prada. What we did was cruise Craig's List and buy a little greige rig called an Itasca Spirit. After two nights, I can say it's a pretty cool little deal.

The stays:
Night 1: NM state campground City of Rocks. $18 bucks a night, tables, water electric and group dump. Beautiful group area available. Dry camp available, too. Dark dark skies.
Night 2, 3: Prince of Tucson Commercial Park $42 a night. Kind of awful: on the freeway, choc-a-block full because of the rock show but has showers, a laundry, pool and hot tub.

Evidently, we've had a government shut down so national parks are unavailable at the moment making commercial parks crowded.

The driving: Evdad is obsessed with "squeezing 10mpg out of this bitch" so we're drving 55 mph. Just shoot me now. Wind was howling yesterday on I-10 so he worked really hard keeping our high profile from buffeting too much (beer for you, honey as soon as you back in to our spot successfully). We only had shit go flying once-we were clambering up a mountain that he usually does on his motorcycle and he forgot he was on 6 wheels instead of two. It was the silverware drawer. Ooops.

Wallmart: I guess if you have an RV, you're doomed to go to Wallmart every day for the rest of your fucking life.