Showing posts with label Pima County Fairgrounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pima County Fairgrounds. Show all posts

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Saguaro National Park, East

We have already enjoyed the heck out of Saguaro National Park, West, so I set out to make a matched set of heckless National Parks.

 
The park is primarily an 8-mile loop road with pull-offs and trails leading away. You can see beautiful stuff without ever leaving your car, but why?




Saguaros can't tolerate below-freezing temps for more than 20 hours. I think our periods of cold were less than that. *crosses fingers*
 

 

The valley floor is a river during monsoon season.









FALSE.


Folks back home: this is real snow.
I took a short hike a few hours after skipping lunch. Halfway through I got confused. Is this the trail? Is that the trail? What does this arrow mean?



If you choose the "Javelina" "Picnic" "Area," you'll come to the Freeman Homestead Loop Trail. Take it, and take a snack. There are other, longer trails, one of which will show you a crested saguaro.



We're still at the Fairgrounds for another few days. A logistical decision, not an aesthetic one. But, since we're here anyway with nothing particular in mind, we went to the RV show today. Mostly we were underwhelmed and overfumed. I'm not always a delicate flower, but these rigs would need to stand open for a year before they offgassed enough to be habitable. After half a dozen viewings I had to refrain. Besides their noxious odors, they all seemed wrong. Shiny with no substance, glitzy, overdone.

It was all useful, though, because I was relieved to get home to the old Duck. We pictured all those new rigs with Arizona pinstriping, and it doesn't work.

Tucson peeps, we're casually in the market for a decent loveseat. Non-nappy (vinyl or second-hand leather (if this seems weird, I'll explain)). Wall-hugger reclining independently on both sides. Used is A-OK. If it separates for moving, that's excellent.

I'm tired of not sitting next to my sweetie.

Soon we hope to be enjoying the hospitality of two kind locals who have pushed a road into their beautiful rural land for us to park. We visited to be sure we could find it, and it's just lovely. Electricity has been nice, but I'm itching to get back out into the 'docks.






Monday, January 14, 2013

Pima County Fairgrounds RV Park

You're wondering why I've called you here tonight. You'll still be wondering when I'm done.

Since we left BLM land, the Prius and tow dolly have been staying with a friend in Tucson. We've been towing the Tracker with its tow bar. HOLY MOLY is that easier! Wow. I would never have imagined it would be so much easier not to tow with a dolly. The hooking up, the un-hooking up, the stowing of the towbar, the EVERYTHING.

The fairground is fine. The public toilets don't flush because the bowls are full of ice (true thing). There's a laundry room with two washers and two driers. It's better than driving 20 miles to do laundry. The park is unbeautiful, in general, although the distant mountains are a plus. It's quiet here. Most importantly, we're all as warm as we care to be here inside the Duck, and that's a very good thing. And, we have clean pajamas, which should satisfy the Health Department's most recent demands.

Next door, a small girl was feeding hot dogs to a cold dog. I was torn between feeling bad for the dog and relieved that the child wouldn't be eating them.

When you have nothing to say, tell as many people as possible. ~ Me