The Adventures of Fric and Frac: Adventure 128: Lake Havasu City/Post B

Another day is paradise.

I've given the wily cager a day off. We'll have a sudden death playoff for the Lake Havasu Open tomorrow morning. This morning I went with Mike to walk Casey, his Golden Retriever, down at the dog park. Of course, Mike knew everyone there (And their dogs). He says his day is not complete unless he can scoop up a large warm pile of dog poop. We made a few laps around the park, while Casey frolicked with his buddies. Big dogs on one side; small dogs on the other side. When we got back, Mike cooked us Huckleberry Pancakes and bacon (It really was lakin'). Then we hooked up his boat, drove to the launch and cruised around Lake Havasu for a couple of hours. Our trip included a visit to Copper Canyon, a popular spot for the college kids during spring break. They raft their boats, drink their "sodas", and cliff jump the day away. Mike says most years a person could walk from edge to edge on top of boats (If that person was willing to step over bikini clad coeds and speedo wearing coes (I mean if the girls are coeds, the guys must be coes). We toured another cove before heading back through the man made channel underneath the London Bridge, which the founder (McCullough) of Lake Havasu City bought in 1962 for 2.1 million dollars. This desert oasis grew from a R&R spot for servicemen after WWII to what it is today, a bustling resort town of 55,000. Mike and I spent the afternoon looking at pictures on the computers while the ladies napped. Around 7:30 we went for dinner at a local bistro, where we dined on more thin gruel. I tell you, many people would think that we eat out often because I take so many pictures of food. That really hasn't been true until the last two weeks of our adventure. Ever since we hit Arizona, we've been living high on the hog, and it shows. We're both starting to plump out like a couple of smelly javelinas. No matter, we wouldn't change a thing. Today's lake adventure (What is the date? Oh, yes, February 10) was simply grand. I was actually chilly as Mike increased the boat to cruising speed. Sadly, we'll have to depart from this corner of paradise tomorrow. It's about two hundred miles from here to Palm Springs, most of it through the absolutely arid nothingness this area has to offer. If it weren't for the miracle of dams, the need for water, and the gift of the Colorado River, the only things living around here would be coyotes, gila monsters, rattlesnakes, lizards, scorpions, and any kind of plant that could exist on less than four inches of rain per year. The sun worshipers thank the BLM for putting a concrete stopper in the Colorado. Needless to say, we were thankful for the water as well, and as ever life is good, especially today.

The Lake Havasu City dog park just after dawn.

This water pees, but it doesn't poop.

Ellsworth at the griddle. Hucklebery pancakes! Are you kidding me?

The desert mountains are an awesome sight. They peek out in every direction.

Lake Havasu City as it spreads up the hillside.

The Sunny Bunny.

The view from inside Copper Canyon. The college kids like to jump from the rocks.

A Montgomery 17, a full keeled trailerable sailboat designed by some genius at Annapolis. Great boats (The wind picked up enough for whitecaps in the afternoon.)

The London Bridge. They rebuilt the bridge, stone block by stone block (On land), and then they dredged the channel.

Each block was numbered as it was dismantled in London. England sold the bridge because the traffic load in the early sixties in London was putting too much load on the bridge. It was unsafe and obsolete.