Make new friends, but keep the old! 

Some are silver, others are gold!

That’s the way a song went that my sisters and I used to sing at a summer camp we were lucky enough to go to a few times as youngsters.  That little jingle seems appropriate when reflecting upon the new friends we have met on the road, as well as those back home who are clamoring for updates on our travels, watching our place, watering our houseplants, and keeping us up to date on the crazy weather the Pacific Northwest has been enduring.  It’s probably not much consolation to folks back home who have taken the brunt of severe weather, but we have had our share of weather here in Arizona also.  We have had rain, and hail, and snow, and serious strong winds.

At the Havasu Balloon Fest, no balloons were able to take to the skies the first three days of the event, which was extremely discouraging for the event organizers as well as the pilots, chase crews, and spectators like us.  It was so windy and rainy that even the carnival rides and vendors were shut down for much of the long weekend.  Dave so wanted for us to ride the ferris wheel and we were never able to.  The very last day of the event, however, dawned calm and clear and beautiful and we were up before sunrise, with hot coffee in tow, to finally share with everyone else in the delight of watching dozens of fabulous balloons take flight.  Whether you are a morning person or not, you cannot help but be happily in awe of a sky full of fabulous balloons and you have to get up at before sunrise in order to experience this.

While we were parked on BLM land north of Lake Havasu, before moving down to the Balloon Fest, we met a couple from Northern Minnesota who are full-time RV’ers, living in a beautiful 41-foot American motor coach.  Steve was a farmer and Jeannie owned a flower shop prior to giving all that up and escaping Minnesota winters for the opportunity to see this big beautiful country from the comfort of a home on wheels.  We had some great conversations with them and as a parting gift they gave us a bag of wild rice Steve had helped grow while working on a wild rice farm.  I am looking forward to making some of my turkey and wild rice soup with it as soon as I get a chance.  They shared with us their plans to visit Alaska this summer, and then perhaps work their way down the Washington and Oregon coasts and into Northern California.   Of course we told them of all the fabulous places in the Pacific Northwest that they must visit, and we sincerely hope they stop along the way and visit us also.

 We brought along Dave’s new Suzuki DR650 so he could tear up some of the great dirt-bike terrain here in Arizona and one morning after we returned from a hike with the dogs he decided to take advantage of a free afternoon and go tear some stuff up.  So he tells me he’s going to go down the road just a few miles and get gas and then he’ll toot his horn as he goes by again so I will know he made it back and is headed to a trailhead he had already pointed out to me.  So I also decided to take advantage of the free time and got out a sewing project to work on.  A considerable amount of time passes, and no Dave.  More time passes, still no Dave.  He finally shows up and I watch him get off the bike and start brushing himself off and inspecting the bike.  This doesn’t look good at all and I see that the side of the bike is kind of scraped up.  I realize that he had crashed somewhere and was just then assessing the damage.  As it turns out, he had made it to the gas station but then on the return he saw a hill that he couldn’t pass it up.  It was apparently one of those “hey, watch this!” moments that guys fall prey to except in this case there was nobody there to say “hey, watch this!” to.   He had broken the cardinal rule of always telling somebody exactly you are going and when you are plan to return.  He had climbed a very steep hill, but when he got to the top and looked down he realized how steep it really was and also knew by then that the gravel was more like loose marbles and quite treacherous.  He had started down the hill but this particular bike he was on was not the best choice for that terrain and, despite his considerable skill, he biffed it and the bike continued on down the hill for a few yards with him no longer in the saddle.  He had been slowly inching his way down the hill when the back brake locked up and the bike skidded out from underneath him.  He had to upright 360 pounds of dirt bike by himself on this very steep hill, while it was leaking gas.  My goodness! He managed to get it upright, get back on it, and to get down the hill and back to our campsite.  The outcome was that he no longer has to worry about putting the first scratch on the bike and he just got a little bruised up.   Boys!

When we got to the Balloon Fest, we were fortunate enough to get a great spot right on the lake with a great vantage spot for balloon viewing.  Pretty quickly after getting set up, a beautiful Tiffin coach pulled in next to us with Washington plates.  Most RV’ers are very friendly and like to socialize with each other and one of the first questions is usually, “where are y’all from?”  As it turned out, this couple was from Battle Ground, where we lived for twelve years before moving to Ridgefield in 2003.  Not only just from Battle Ground, but their home had been only a couple of miles away from our previous home just east of town.  Dennis and Vivian were also full-time RV’ers and had lots to share of their experiences on the road so far.

 It was the first weekend of the NFL playoffs and they invited us to watch the Green Bay vs. Dallas game with them on the television on the outside of their beautiful motor home.  Vivian made some great snacks and we shared adult beverages while enjoying a hard-fought football game.  I’m sure there were some Dallas fans there, but the Packers fans had a much greater presence and were unashamedly enjoying watching their team play so well that day.  The game came right down to the final three seconds, when Green Bay pulled out the win.   At that very moment, all the Packers fans who had air horns, including us, literally tooted their horns in celebration.  It was a moment to remember.  We are now much further south, just a few miles from the border town of Nogales.  We expect to watch Green Bay play Atlanta tomorrow on one of the two stations we get here, which are both Mexican stations.  We have been watching so much Mexican TV that we are beginning to somewhat understand what is being said.  It’s quite interesting to hear their version of current events in the States.

After we left Lake Havasu, we traveled to the Phoenix area where I was fortunate enough to meet up with an old college friend from Humboldt State whom I had not seen in thirty years.  She had been a zoology major, while I was a forestry major, and she went on to spend many years working in progressively higher positions in various zoos around the country while her husband pursued his career.  John and Anita now live in Chandler where Anita teaches in a Catholic school.  We had lunch in Old Town Scottsdale while Dave was preoccupied with getting a tire issue resolved, which he did.  A big shout-out to Redburn Tire; they diagnosed and resolved a vibration issue we had been struggling with for many more miles than we care to remember.

We spent a night in a Casino Arizona parking lot before departing the Phoenix area and used the opportunity to stock up on provisions before continuing our trek south.  Dave battled the infamous Phoenix traffic which appears to be challenging no matter the time of day, only to arrive in Tucson just in time for the evening commute which was equally tricky trying to maneuver this big thing through one construction zone after another. 

 We finally made it to where we are right now, parked on the banks of Patagonia Lake in southeastern Arizona.  We unfortunately arrived here after dark the other night and, believe me, when it is dark here it is REALLY dark.  You know how entertaining it can be to watch people set up a tent for the first time?  I’m sure it was equally entertaining for everyone already here watching us get this thing backed up into our spot in the pitch black darkness.  We were trying to disturb the peace as little as possible, so we were trying to communicate with each other via cell phone as I tried to help Dave back this thing up.  Not a great idea, in retrospect, since when you are behind a diesel engine all you can hear is the diesel engine and not much else.  We got it done, after only three tries (!), and were so glad to not be moving for a glorious seven days.  This is a beautiful spot in the middle of the desert and our time here has been enjoyable and relaxing.  Patagonia Lake is about 2 ½ miles long, encompasses 250 acres, and teems with birdlife and wildlife.  It was formed by the damming of Sonoita Creek back in the 1970’s and is a popular spot for boating, fishing, and kayaking.  We have an inflatable Sea Eagle kayak which has been great fun to have here.  We were out on the lake one day wearing t-shirts, shorts, and sunscreen. The next day, we were wearing down jackets and scraping ice off our windshield.  It has been a crazy time, weather-wise.

 Yesterday, we took a day trip to Bisbee where we visited the Bisbee Historical Mining Museum and walked all over a very unique and interesting town.  More than 8 billion pounds of copper were mined here, in addition to copious amounts of lead, zinc, gold, and silver.  Copper mining shut down in 1975 but the history of mining in Bisbee’s heyday is much celebrated.  The history of copper mining is interesting and the magnitude and scale of the mining operations are difficult to fathom until you see it up close and personal.  Bisbee might have fallen the way of so many other old towns in Arizona whose heyday has come and gone, and become a ghost town, but it is a thriving artist’s colony and is becoming increasingly popular with retirees seeking a fabulous climate.  Many of the structures are literally built into the side of a mountain and one is left wondering exactly how it is that they don’t just slide down the hill and disappear.

 We learned upon our return from Bisbee that not all RV’ers are friendly, nor do they want to socialize.  What looked like an old hippie couple had pulled in next to us in a unique RV which we had not seen the likes of previously.  We observed from their plates that they were from Austria, and they had some vintage motorcycles aboard.  This piqued Dave’s interest and he really wanted to chat with them about their coach and their motorcycles, being the motorcycle enthusiast that he is.  Every time he went outside, however, they drew their shades.  I’m not sure if he had sprouted horns visible only to them or not.   Never did figure that one out.

 Today, we went caving!  Kartchner Caverns State Park is the jewel of the Arizona State Park System and is considered to be one of the finest caves in the country.  We took a tour which took us ½ mile underground where we marveled at the many strange and colorful formations.  The cave is a constant 72 degrees with 98% humidity and very much feels like you are in a sauna.  When we exited the cave, after being underground for an hour and a half, we were greeted with snow and hail as we raced to the parking lot.

 Today marks the 17^th day we have been on the road.  We have had some challenges along with lots of laughter, fun, adventures, and new friendships.  All is well.

 More later.