April 30, Bullhead City, Arizona
Last night, when I said we were heading for one of our favorite places, I’ll bet that none of you said, “Oh, they’re on their way to Bullhead City, Arizona!” But it really is a big favorite of ours. For one reason, the weather is usually really nice here, except in the really hot summer months. Another reason is the Mohave County operated RV Park, Davis Camp, which offers really nice sites alongside the Colorado River. Not too many people are familiar with this Park, as it isn’t listed in the normal RV Park directories. We found it by accident some years ago, and it’s one of our favorites. And a final reason is that we’re just across the river from Laughlin, Nevada, our poor person’s Las Vegas, which offers a lot of fun things to do for Geri and Don. I like the fact that there is lots of grass here, great areas for walks, and, when I feel like it, the river to wade and swim in. I’ve really done that, they have pictures to prove it!
We got another late start this morning, but it didn’t matter, ‘cause we only had about an hour’s travel to get to Bullhead City. We got reloaded with propane at Blake Ranch before we left, and the owner was telling Don about a couple who had shown up at the Park a few nights ago, having gone through a sandstorm like ours and then finding that their highway was closed while carrying a cargo of nine horses in a trailer. They had to spend the night in their truck in a snow storm! We stopped at a truck wash to get the rig and the truck cleaned up, ‘cause we were really dirty! Don said you couldn’t tell what color the truck was, though that was hard for me to observe accurately. When we left the truck wash, we were all clean and shiny again.

We breezed through Kingman and caught Highway 68 toward Bullhead City, through Golden Valley. After a brief climb up to the top of the pass, we started the downgrade that drops over 3000 feet in twelve miles, down to the valley of the Colorado. Geri and Don remarked that they usually drove this pass going the other way, but it was just was beautiful heading west, though a bit scarier. Don gave the exhaust brake a good workout on the way down. I was supervising the whole operation, but couldn’t find fault with it. We arrived at Davis Camp, and Geri negotiated a site that looked OK on the map; but when we got there, she concluded that there wasn’t sufficient grass to satisfy my needs, so she found a better one, called the office, and told them where we were settling. They knew better than to argue with her.

Once Don had the rig set up, they left me to a well-earned nap and went shopping for some essentials, including replenishment of my food and cookie supply. They tried to find a groomer for me, as I am starting to look a little ragged. But they couldn’t find anyone who was available on the weekend. Oh, well, people still think I’m handsome! Don cooked up a great dinner, some strip steak on the grill, baked potatoes, and some of the asparagus that we bought from the lady in Montrose. It resulted in some super plates for me, and they seemed to enjoy it, too. We watched a little TV, worked on the blog, and hit they hay pretty early. Should be a good day tomorrow; maybe I’ll even go swimming! See you manana (pronounced manyana)!