Thursday, February 12, 2009
Home is where you park it
Quartzsite, Arizona. How do I explain it to you.
Sleepy Saguaro desert one day, busy urban city the next.
It's absolutely crazy. RVer's from all over the country and even oversees come here every year to live on the BLM land that surrounds this tiny desert town. Flea markets are set up left and right and stretch on for miles. New folks pull in every day and stake out their plot for the winter season.
We were told what to expect, but I don't think we truly understood what really took place out here in the winter oasis.
Normally by Jan 1st the hundreds and hundreds or acres of BLM land that surround this sleepy community is practically full. With the economy in a rut we we're told it was slow, but it sure got busy for us!. There are no hook-ups or water. Just empty land waiting for you to find. After a few tries we found the spot we would call "Home" for the month. Out a bit away from the madness, the way we like it, yet close enough to town that we were able to ride our bikes to the flea markets, library and grocery stores. That's about it for the town of Quartzsite.
One word of advice...fill your cupboards before arriving!!! You may find great deals at the flea markets, but it all catches up to you when it's time to stock the fridge. Food at the local Markets is very expensive and not that great of quality...Green meat anyone? We ended up taking 2 trips to Blythe, California, just over the border. There is an Albertsons there and its worth the drive if you need more than a few items.
What did we do with our month out in the desert? We did lots and lots of reading, learned how to knit, wrote and played songs, perfected the Smore, hit golf balls into the desert, made new friends, jump roped, built forts and whittled away at some of winter.
During our time in Quartzsite we were lucky enough to have family visit not once, but TWICE. My brother drove down from Colorado to spend Christmas with us and Jason's brother and his family picked up his mom who happened to be down in Palm Springs and drove over for a fun-filled day. Familiar faces bring lots of happiness when you've been "lost on the road" for 5 months. We ate every minute up while with them all.