
We’ve been on the road for over two weeks, and I haven’t written a thing. It’s pretty odd behavior for someone who makes a living as a writer. What can I say? Working road trips can be exciting, but when you’re in front of the computer all day, it’s hard to sit down in the evening and write some more. Enough of my complaining; let’s get on with the fun.
We arrived at Havasu Falls RV Resort in Lake Havasu, AZ, in the afternoon, five hours after leaving Tucson. The day started out dramatically as Cheryl expertly extracted Althea (a 40-foot-long, 8-foot-wide beast) from her 42-foot-long, 9-foot-wide parking space. Who thought planting giant palm trees beside the RV pad was a good idea?
Since the RV park was all narrow roads and tight turns, we opted to forgo hooking up Jed, and I followed Cheryl out to I-10. Along the way, we passed Davis-Monthan Air Force Base with its Historic Aviation Bone Yard and the Pima Air and Space Museum. It was fascinating seeing all the parked planes. We’ll have to visit both places on a future stop in town.
After stopping for fuel at Love’s and reconnecting Jed, we got into serious work-driving mode, with both of us attending meetings at the same time. Luckily, there was little talking on our end. Along the way, the landscape remained deserty and inhospitable, with lots of nothing. We took the loop around Phoenix, which neither of us had done before, and marveled at how much traffic we avoided.
Eventually, we exited the interstate and dropped onto two-lane roads up through Vicksburg, Bouse, Parker, and finally into Lake Havasu City. Along the way, we passed many cows and the country’s second-largest egg producer. We were also passed by many people eager to get in front of us and arrive at their destination four minutes sooner. Sadly, we also passed a lot of roadside crosses making me think that I wouldn’t want to drive along those roads at night. Arriving in Havasu ahead of the long-weekend crowds meant very little traffic and a smooth setup at a nearly empty RV park.



After resting, we met Janet and Bob for dinner at Barley Brothers Restaurant and Brewery. Janet made a great choice, as we had a window table looking straight at London Bridge and the boats motoring through the channel beneath. It was my first viewing of the bridge and elicited a somewhat jaded, “That’s it?” comment from me. I mean, it’s a stone bridge. It’s not like it’s the Tower Bridge or anything. We enjoyed great conversation, good food, and some tasty beers.
The next day, we worked the morning, then met Janet and her friend Angie at the London Bridge Resort, where we proceeded out to the docks and boarded Bob’s boat. He’d already been out fishing early in the morning with Angie’s son Trevor. The six of us set off on our tour of the lake, river, and gorge area just north of the lake. We had an awesome time, speeding across the water and leisurely floating.
It was smart being out on the water on Friday before all the weekend warriors launched. Even still, we had lots of party barges and go-fast boats to watch. There was even a bit of fishing when Bob and Trevor spotted a largemouth bass and tried catching it with bits of my turkey wrap and fresh cherries (no success).
Realizing we needed to release the hounds from their crate incarceration back at Althea, we returned to the boat ramp and extracted the boat. After spending a few minutes back at Althea after walking the mutts, we headed off to Janet and Bob’s house up in the hills. Many twists and turns later, we arrived at their beautiful home and made ourselves comfortable in their amazing backyard around the pool shaped like a gingerbread person. In addition to the crew from the lake, we met next-door neighbors Lori and Brandon, as well as Mark and Cheyanne. After soaking in both cool and warm water, lots of pizza, and some wine, we made our way back to Althea, ready to sleep and wake up late (like 7:00 am or so).
-Clint






























