Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Leaving Phoenix. . .
Well, I love Arizona, but I wasn't sad to leave Phoenix. Unfortunately it is a victim of its own success and growth. A haze of smog lays in the valley where the city is located and one never sees the colors in the mountains surrounding the city. They are obscured by the layer of smog that cloaks the valley. Several mornings we saw hot-air balloons aloft, but you could never see the color. . . just the outline and they looked gray. How unfortunate. My allergies have been really acting up and I was sneezing quite a lot.
Yesterday, our last day there, we went downtown and found the business of a high school classmate of Terry's. He and his wife have a custom drapery business right in downtown Phoenix. We stopped and visited with Mike and Muriel. We declined a dinner invitation because we had work to do back at the motorhome since we were leaving this morning. But it was good to see them again and we enjoyed talking with them. When we left there we ate lunch at the HoneyBear barbeque, which Muriel recommended. It was excellent!
We broke camp this morning and headed toward Kingman, Arizona, which is where we planned to stay the night. We had an easy drive, around 160 miles. We drove up on the Joshua Tree Parkway and were rewarded with views of the mystical tree that inhabits the area along this route. There also were lots of saguaro cactus. When we arrived at the camp where we planned to stay, we decided to travel on to the Laughlin/Bullhead City area. The camp looked good enough, but it was a good distance out of Kingman and we had thought it was closer. So we continued on toward Bullhead City. It was a mere 40 miles further, but as many of you know, there is a 12 mile 6% grade with a stoplight at the end when you arrive at the Colorado River near Bullhead City. When we crested the mountain and saw the sign to pull over and check your brakes before beginning your descent. . . Terry dutifully pulled over. Then he unbuckled his seat belt and announced he was taking over as passenger and I had the honor of driving the descent. He hates doing that, but I really don't mind. This was not all that hard, since it is 12 miles, there were flatter parts of the hill that you get a chance to catch your breath. At any rate, it wasn't difficult. At the bottom of the hill, we reached the stoplight and turned right into our park. We are camped at the Davis Camp on the Colorado River. It is one of the actual work camps built for workers building the Davis Dam. It is a very nice camp and reasonably priced. We can see the casino lights from our window!
Tomorrow we head to Sam's Town in Las Vegas!
Till next time. . .
Posted by Dale at 8:40 PM