We did a short little run this am before packing up camp and heading south to Yuma. It was quite funny to note how many times we got the thumbs up from passing motorists. When you realize we are 20 - 30 years younger than most people living here I guess it is cause for a thumbs up. The jaunt from Quartzite to Yuma takes you through 2 separate training grounds for the US army where we are surmising some of the training for the hot middle eastern countries is done. Signs are posted everywhere that there is no admittance to these sites. Some of the equipment looked like it would be a lot of fun for blowing saguaros out of the ground.
With straight lines and highway ahead of us Susie offered to drive for the first time on this trip. JD certainly enjoyed the break and calmly sat there as the rig wiggled on the uneven road surface and blew around in the wind. What is with this stinking wind?! As we approached the city limits of Yuma it was astounding to note the varied green, lush fields and the occasional purple one spread out on either side of the highway as well as the full water canals. They both happened simultaneously. It was such a stark contrast to the arid desert we had just travelled through. The canal system is absolutely amazing and criss crosses everywhere. JD can now understand how tempting it was for his Uncle Wayne to water ski the canals being towed by a pickup.
As we eased to a stop at the first traffic light Susie noticed the brake controller on the trailer wasn't responding. While JD was out checking the connection a fellow in a big flat deck Dodge called him over and asked if we were lost or needed a place to camp. Anyways, JD had quite the conversation with him and the result was that we did an about face and headed back about 5 miles whence we came to Mike's private RV park. He has developed a small park in his recomissioned gravel pit complete with water, sewer and power. It is a little oasis complete with a duck pond where dogs, quads and motor bikes are all welcome. This is unusual in this part of the world to have all of those in combination in a park. As we drove up we couldn't help but notice 3 other BC RV plates in the park. I jokingly asked Mike, "Do you hand select only BC people for your park?" We finished the day off around the campfire with a beer or two getting acquainted with one another. Although BC is a huge province it is amazing the connections we could make between mutual friends and acquaintances in Smithers and Revelstoke. What also amazed us was how all the dogs got along, 2 chocolate Labs, one black Lab, one yellow Lab, an Anatolian Shepard and our little Skeena. There were no tiffs and no leash laws to abide which is why we think the dogs got along so well.