I just drove 567 miles from California’s central coast down thru it’s ugly dry belly (Bakersfield) and ended up at Arizona’s edge in Needles as sun was setting casting shadows on the desert mountains and a full moon was rising! Whoopee … a road trip! And am I glad I convinced my traveling companion on the way to this Crones Counsel conference (cronescounsel.org) who is 69 (me 65) not to c-a-m-p. She’d originally wanted to sleep in her Prius while I pitched a tent at KOA in Barstow. But since we have a ‘free night’ in Sedona tomorrow … we found a Best Western with a pool, hot tub, in room coffee, and a free full breakfast at the restaurant next door.
We ate a great burger under the stars at 93 (!) degrees in a pool surrouded by Tiki lights.
My kinda camping. Amen.
Life is good. Old people needn’t camp. Not me at least.