|Rain again in the night, but at least the bike is stored this time. It is cool when I wake up in the morning. I prepare to leave after breakfast, putting everything away and then doing the disconnections. The sewer hose is a bit more manageable this time.
People keep saying the desert has never been so green. It is also dotted with yellow and purple on this sunny day with clouds retreating towards the mountains.
Straight down Highway 95 it is inevitable that I will pass through Quartzsite and while the actual passage is short, the impression remains. Out in the flat middle of no where, thousands of RVs are parked, many on Bureau of Land Management space where it costs very little, but there are no services and basically nothing there. Very soon the big swap meet/flea market takes place and over 100,000 people come in RVs for the event. I'll never figure out people.
Cactus of various shapes begin appearing south of there and as I near Yuma, farmland. I'm meeting my brother Stan and his wife, Carolyn here. I stop at their motel and they get in Rhonda and help me find the Capri RV Park where I will stay.
Later, I meet them for dinner and reminiscing. They come in Rhonda for awhile after. My first visitors, we have tea.