Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Destination...


We arrived at our desert southwest destination around 1:00 today.  Uneventful, except for the idiot in an old silver Suburban in Tucson who was determined to move into my lane as he was coming out on an entrance ramp.  I couldn't move over, so I tapped the horn to make sure he knew I was there... he was out of lane and had to hit his brakes, traffic in the lane next to me, so I couldn't move over.  He floored it, came up alongside the motorhome and emphatically flipped me off.  That is nastier than a normal flip-off, along with an ugly sneer on his weaselly face.

I smiled and waved.  Apparently, that didn't make him feel any better, because he intentionally swerved his old Suburban at the motorhome.  I moved over to avoid him.  He sped off.

That was fun.  So, if anyone is in the Tucson area and sees a guy with dirty blond hair and a scrufty beard driving an older Suburban with paper plates, you might explain to him how that whole "merge" thing works.

Continuing north, you see Picacho Peak ahead...


And, proof that you are, indeed, in Arizona...




Saguaro cacti up the slope of the mountain.

The "infotainment" center in the motorhome, is more than a rear view camera: it also has the AM/FM radio, satellite radio, and full-featured GPS in it.  This is the screen I use most often on the road...


64 miles to go.  About 38 miles of city traffic, going through Phoenix...



Not being on a schedule, we planned our timing again, and never got below 60 mph as we rolled through.  And, not a single other person flipped me off on this stretch.  Some were down right polite as we moved from one lane to another.

There is construction happening at the exits around the RV park where we'll be here - instead of getting in the thick of that, we ran to the next exit and back-tracked on a secondary road.  Easy.  I pulled into the RV Registration Lane at the park...


It is, literally, right down the middle of the street in front of the office.  Really, it is marked on the pavement... still, there are people driving in who look at you like you are being a road-hog.  Maybe it is just "resting bitch face" on their part?

We can't get into the site we have reserved starting tomorrow, so for one night, we are in the "back 40"... these are pull-though sites... very narrow...


When I say "narrow," that is the neighbor's sewer connection right at the corner of our small concrete patio.  Nice ambiance.  ;-)

This is the park that doesn't allow cargo trailers in their monthly rentals.  We offered to pay the weekly rate, and stay back in the skinny sites for a couple months... nope.  They don't allow that.  Even though the price is higher than the monthly rate.  They will allow a cargo trailer in the "transient area"... for a week at a time...



There was one season we spent back there several years ago after having a "discussion" with the manager.  It is much more convenient to have the cargo trailer at our site: it is a place to keep our stuff (scooters, bikes, patio chairs) out of the weather.  They also have a storage yard next door, so they can charge you $60/month to store your cargo trailer.

This is only an issue that sticks in my craw (and I'm not sure what a "craw" is) the first couple days we are here.  I'm thinking about putting a still out in our patio area, and buying a ratty old car to put up on blocks when we get to our other site here... 'cuz there are no rules against that.  ;-)


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