November 30, 2009 – Fort McDowell to Yuma, AZ

We never know from day to day where we’re going to be and what we’re doing. I’ve learned this from experience. Yesterday, Geri had been talking about staying here another day; this morning, she was of the opinion that we ought to be moving on to our next location, Yuma. Don and I were caught a bit off guard, but we got our act together, had a good walk, during which I flushed a whole family of quail and sent them scattering, and got the rig ready to go just a few minutes after regular check-out time. Geri programmed Garmie for the route to Yuma, and it went very well until we got to the junction with US 10 East. Garmie was trying to send us down Hiway 57, but Don’s preplanned route was down 10 to route 347 to connect with Hiway 8 West. Garmie was insistent that we turn around and follow her directions, and Don was just as insistent that she was not fully possessed of her faculties. It wasn’t until several hours later, while cruising west on 8, that Don noticed a road joining the 8 from Phoenix, and figured out that this was the route Garmie was trying to put us on; probably would have saved ten or fifteen miles. We all apologized to her.

We pulled into our RV Park late in the afternoon, and took a walk around the place. It’s mostly residential, with a lot of what they call Park Model housing, with about ten percent motorhomes and trailers. But it’s very comfortable for us, we have a good sized site, a pull-through. We warmed up some leftovers, and I had a few pieces of Don’s leftover ribeye from Ruth’s Chris; yummy!

We’re going exploring in Yuma tomorrow, and I’ll give you a full report. See you then!