The word desert conjures up an image of sand, but that is not what the desert around Quartzsite is. The surface is covered with rocks allowing vehicles of all types to drive on it. This has been an almost perfect week so far, weather-wise, with gentle breezes at times and daytime temperatures in the 70’s falling into the 40’s at night. The best part is the bright sun all day long that allows our solar panels to completely recharge our batteries each day.
Shopping a Quartzsite isn’t just going into store though there are some here, it’s the acres of tents that sell virtually anything and everything. Over the years we have tried to explain what Quartzsite is to friends an acquaintances, but the only way to understand what it is, is to experience it.
Quartzsite – a small town in the Arizona desert where thousands upon thousands of RVers come for anything from a few days to several months or more in the winter. This year we are staying with a group of people who own the same brand of RV we do. Most will arrive next week and only stay for 2 to 3 days. No water, electric or sewer, just parking in the rocky desert. Every night easy banter around a fire. It is a special, almost magical place where strangers quickly become friends.
There are many reasons why people hate shopping at Walmart. My pet peeve is shown in the right hand side of the photo. Grab a cart (trolley) and start pushing it inside the store and how many times does it go “thump, thump, thump”. How hard is it for the cart collectors to tell that the rubber tread is worn off a section of the wheel. But I don’t blame them, I blame the managers who fail to inspire the people under them to realize that a happy customer is a repeat customer. I went through two carts before finding one with new wheels, and it was actually a new cart.
In a moment of contemplation regarding the increase in my body weight I was observing each morning when I stepped on the scales, I told my wife I was going to limit myself to one glass of wine a day. Obviously she took me at my word because the next thing I know she has set out the only “glass” we had in the coach. All the other things we drink from are either metal, plastic or paper. In the future I will only make comments like this to myself.
