The time had come for us to end our purgatory in Phoenix so we gathered up the stuff, dumped our garbage and holding tanks and left Paradise RV Park. The park was okay. Phoenix was sort of a surprise. We had no idea Phoenix was so massive. There isn’t much to do unless you are a golfer or imprisoned within one of the myriad raisin farms and death ranches. It is hot, even in late October. A good place to die, I suppose.
We were directed out of town by the Garmin and were soon scuttling across the desert landscapes of southern Arizona. It has been a rainy summer here and the plants look very healthy but no less dangerous. Flora and big, nasty spines go hand-in-hand in this part of the world. We took I-10 south from the Phoenix metro area and pretty soon we passed through Casa Grande, a place we decided not to visit again when we passed through here last January. A bit further and we pulled off the freeway, onto Tucson streets and into Catalina State Park.
It costs about $25 per night for a 50 amp electrical and a water hookup. Sewer is at a dump station. The park spaces are large and just east of the campground the Catalina Mountains pop out of the flats giving us a great view. I understand the park is at full occupancy tonight. I’m glad we made a reservation.
After arrival we went to a Trader Joe’s to buy some food that is healthy and probably more that isn’t. It was great. Peggy said I was almost tolerable in the store and might let me go again someday. After hauling our loot home, we tried the local TV using the trailer’s ancient antenna technology and, strangely, we were able to get about 10 channels. Two featured bible thumpers and crummy reception and a few more were Spanish-speaking channels. I speak only Bad Spanish so they were out. We ended up with four channels, none with contemporary programming but two with old movies so we are okay.