Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Adventure 675: Canyon Trail RV Park, Boulder City, Nevada

Judy woke up early as is her won't, so she got to witness the morning sunlight bounce its way up the side of Mt Eldon. Because of the cool mountain air, and our no need to rush off, I slept in until seven. By then the sun had drenched the mountainside and moved its way to uncover other shady areas. After breakfast, and another sound beating at cribbage (The Wiley Cager is now ahead $6.32 for the month), we did a deep clean on the trailer. We had a little hiccup. When I went to make the bed, I discovered we had no bottom sheet. Then we both remembered that we'd thrown the sheet away because it had torn. The Flagstaff mall is just two miles from the campground, and Judy thought that malls open at ten, so we walked down only to discover that the Flagstaff mall opens at eleven. As a result, we left Flagstaff about an hour earlier than planned. Our drive for the day, mercifully, was uneventful except for our run into the Walmart at Kingman, AZ to buy new sheets. That itself was also uneventful, but we shake our heads as to why nearly forty thousand souls would live in a place like Kingman. After we turned onto highway 93 to Las Vegas, I realized the answer: Laughlin Airforce Base. The entire drive today took a little over four hours. We arrived at our site, hooked up, and took the laundry to be washed. Judy hung out in the air conditioned laundry room since it was 97 degrees out. Meanwhile, I cooled off in the pool, which was very refreshing. We came back to the trailer, turned on the air conditioning, and had our last dinner on this adventure. It consisted of  a stir fry of every vegetable we had left in the fridge. Pretty yummy, actually, I think because of the half stick of butter I threw in. Tomorrow, we'll proceed to the storage unit and put these ponies to bed for a few months. If all goes well, we'll be home by ten PM tomorrow night, rested, recharged, and grateful that life is good, especially today.

Art shot of the day.
Judy, easily the coolest chick in the park.
Flagstaff is around 7,500 ft. Las Vegas is 2,400 or so. We passed varied flora and fauna on the way down.
One stretch was six miles of six percent.
Good night Fric.
Good night Frac.

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