The Argo set sail Thursday AM after a hardy breakfast with Steve and Dianne.
As ever, there was wind going over the mountains….the Argo wallows.
It is hard to believe the number of dairy cows in SW Arizona….tens of thousands…black and white devils producing mile after mile of pungent aroma, believe me, I would know.
There was a solar farm of many acres with an attendant power plant. No aroma.
Nearer to Phoenix there was a forest of Saguaro cacti. Eerie, like naked Triffids all come to a halt, evenly spaced 10 yards from each other. All perished or frozen in place at the same time. Many were marching up the rocky, lava flows that pass for mountains here. Few made it to the top.
We stopped ….finally…at a KOA. Glad to see us. They had a nice little steak house attached. Great meal for $13.00.
Unfortunately, the evening was a bust. Mr. Roly-Poly could never seem to get comfortable. I believe he did not plan very well. He was looking for drugs at midnight. I’m certain tonight will be better.
Mostly older folks here, bitching about the grief they get from “the gommint” which invariably provides them with social security, medicare and the like. So very put upon, these folks. I don’t doubt many of them are also retirees from some state, county or city “gommint”. They enjoy their checks but the responsibilities are just killing them.
Me, I’m a dog so its no skin off my ….whatever.
Mr. Roly-Poly is now in the local library where he’s found a connection that works. The wi-fi at the KOA “sucks” as I am told.
We’ve been lost a few times but his highness sees that as progress. I understand this place is one big bedroom community. People are nice.
Costs are low and I gotta pee.