FINDING NEW WAYS FOR THE DESERT TO KILL ME
So one day while I was hiking on the desert I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around there stood this giant scorpion preparing to attack. I promptly broke out my trusty Swiss Army Knife, yelled ON GUARD and the battle was joined. After 17 days of boondocking on the desert we decided to live the life of luxury in one of those upscale RV resorts in Yuma, Arizona. Since we had a coupon for 3 nights free, why not! Full hook-ups, long showers and easy access to grocery stores felt pretty good. Yuma is on the border of California, Arizona and Mexico and, in my mind, had one of those western town reputations established from watching 1950's movies. Very little of that western influence remains as the town is a massive "snow-bird" destination. We quickly learned to avoid any store on senior discount day. Those geezers can get meaner than a nest of hornets if you get between them and their discounted Geritol! Sugarloaf Mountain...