A Lot on Our Plate

Monday morning we moved from our site in Casa Grande to another site in Apache Junction. Even though Apache Junction is out of the Phoenix metro area, it is still a lot closer to things we had been wanting to do over the next few weeks. I was a little hesitant about the move since we had stayed previously at the park we were moving to. We hadn’t really cared for it in the past but this time it was FREE. Free is not only good, it is great. However, we were pleasantly surprised. Our site is fantastic as it is oversized with a large cement patio and no one behind us. We’ve even recognized some of our neighbors. Well, one set of neighbors for sure. Jerry and Janice just happen to be parked next to us. Do you think they followed us? Or, did we follow them? The pool is warm, the spa is large and we’re happy here at least for now.

Yesterday we took another drive to the Superstition Mountains, Goldfield Ghost Town, the Mining Camp and the Elvis Presley Chapel. This was the third time we had been to these places in the last month but after all, the Hyders hadn’t seen them so we wanted to go again. Lunch was at IN-N-Out. That’s just the best hamburger joint ever.

We didn’t walk far ---

We also discovered yesterday that “I” may be making a trip to Quartzsite later this week. It seems two of my cousins will be traveling down here from Washington State. Neither one of them has a job, little money and only one has a place to stay while looking for work. The tentative plan for the other one is to set up camp at “Q” for a few months and while the season is perfect for camping. However, this cousin has no camping gear, no money, no food and no amenities. Guess what I’ll be doing? And, if they actually, get this far without breaking down on the road somewhere, we’ll probably head that direction for a few days before going to Yuma. Aren’t we glad everything is in chalk and not permanent marker? Sometimes you’ve just got to do what you’ve got to do.

--- Jerry and Janice

Last night just before going to bed I decided to check the flights for Terry one more time. I’m sure glad I did because the flight he hoped to get on this morning was sold out. Usually when a flight shows that it’s sold out, it really means that it’s oversold. The only real alternative he had was to catch the flight out of Phoenix at 6:30 in the morning. And, of course, a 6:30 flight meant a 3:30 AM wake up call. That was the plan and that’s what we did. I’m sure we’ll both be taking naps today.