Quartzsite

The name of the place stirred memories of streets lined with rock shops. Our memories were just that, memories. RV parks spread down the boulevards in all directions. Row upon row of snowbirds from Canada and points south. Most were beginning preparations for the long return trip north.

I can see why they come here. No rain and 70 degree day time high temps. But it is a flat ugly place. Deep gravel and sand everywhere. No place for a bird watcher on wheels.