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.
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.
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can't wait to hear more as your adventures unfold. i'm currently addicted to van/rv life videos on youtube. wanna go go go go and do that!
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