November 1997
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Saturday, 1 - Thursday, 6 November 1997
Even though we have been members of the Escapee Club for about two years, to
date we have not stayed at any of their campgrounds, which we decided to rectify
by visiting North Ranch near Wickenburg some 285
miles east of LA.
The campground is located miles from anywhere in a vast desert area with only
barren hills in the distance for scenery. It is surprising what initially
appears to be an inhospitable desert, is full of life and has a large range of
vegetation growing albeit slowly. At present most of the vegetation is mainly
dark green or brown but there are areas covered by a yellow flowering plant.
One of the most prolific plants in the area is the Creosote bush which grows to
about 10 feet tall with very small dark green leaves, black stems and a yellow
flower which turns into a white fluffy covered seed. Following rains, the
Creosote bush develops a strong, penetrating resinous odour suggestive of
"creosote". Also, the Arizona mesquite is common which is a small tree growing
to about 15 feet whose seeds grow in narrow straw-coloured pods about eight
inches long.
Arizona
desert is world famous for the Saguaro cactus which averages 20 feet but can
grow up to about 50 feet, providing homes for birds who make numerous nest holes
in the cactus side. Saguaro (Suh-war-oh) can live up to two hundred years old
and are much in demand, twenty foot saguaros sell in garden centres for around
$6,000 each.
Another common desert plant is the Barrel cactus with stout spines, growing to
about 8 feet. All have brightly coloured blossoms and large yellow fruits which
are relished by the birds.
We have seen numerous beautiful sunsets during
our US tour but Wednesday evenings were
spectacular, partly due to some light cloud
which developed late in the afternoon. It
initially started with extensive pink clouds in
the east followed by clouds reflecting almost
every colour in the west interspersed with a
vivid indigo sky. For the most part, we have had
windless and cloudless blue skies all day long
but every evening there is a vivid orange sunset
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The whole of the desert plain is covered with dried-up creeks ranging from a few
feet to a hundred feet or so wide and many feet deep. Even though rain is very
sparse and irregular the creeks are a constant reminder of the flash floods that
can and do occur in the desert. A few weeks ago four inches of rain fell on the
campground within a few hours washing sand over roads and overflowing many
creeks, which dried out again within days.
Fifty miles to the north is Prescott which calls
itself the one-mile-high city as well as having cool temperatures most of the
year round, is it located in the nation's largest contiguous forest of Ponderosa
pines which we reached by ascending three thousand feet of twisting road. The
city has a large tree-lined square surrounded by numerous tourist shops where
Valerie felt the need to purchase a few items.
On the way back we missed a turn and ended up on an extremely rough dirt road
for about thirty miles which took us through an area with numerous disused
mines. There is still plenty of high-quality gold in them there hills and going
through Yarnell village we saw several placards supporting or decrying the
proposed new gold mine.
North Ranch was purchased by the Escapees in 1991 for developing as a community
for full-time RVer's wanting to settle down or maybe have somewhere to
occasionally linger longer. About 400 plots were sold for about $10,000 each and
now all around the campground SKPs are busy either laying concrete bases for
their RV or building large homes, some with roof extensions which the RV fits
under. For many, it must be an ideal way to retire with the excellent climate,
low cost of living, attractive scenery and the companionship of like-minded
people.
Friday, 7 November 1997
After a very relaxing six days at North Ranch, we drove 135 miles south passing
through the sprawl of Phoenix to
Casa Grande to hopefully locate a suitable
campground for Kevin and June's visit. After visiting many nice campgrounds
during the afternoon we had our fears confirmed since none of them allows
children, all the RV parks are fully geared up for 55-year-plus snowbirds
providing activities ranging from line dancing, shuffleboard, horseshoes, crafts
and golf etc.
Well, that's not quite true that none of the campgrounds allows children since
we did find one which would allow them to stay up to one week, however, they can
only use the swimming pool from 4 to 7 pm, we assume that's when the snowbirds
are either worn out or more likely eating.
Saturday, 8 November 1997
Retraced some of our paths to check out the campgrounds in the Phoenix
area and found one within 40 miles of the airport which took children and had a
pool, the heating of which was broken but hopefully it should be repaired by the
time our visitors arrive.
Sunday, 9 November 1997
Spent the whole day on a 150 drive exploring the Tucson
area and looking for another suitable campground. We had just about given up
when we found the Cactus Country RV Resort about ten miles outside of town which
not only welcomed children but had a working heated pool. Like so many places
where land prices are very low, Tucson is a vast sprawl with a lot of
industrial activity, which due to the very dry weather allows much of the
facilities to be stored in the open air. In other words, there are a lot of old
facilities, equipment and waste spoiling the view along the interstate highway.
Tucson
is surrounded by four mountain ranges and drained by three major rivers or
washes and is sun-drenched throughout the year.
Monday, 10 November 1997
With the prospect that the grandchildren have grown somewhat since their
previous visit, the morning was spent checking that the car and RV seating would
be suitable. Late afternoon we attended happy hour with the SKPs in the
clubhouse, which aims to ensure that everybody has an opportunity to make a few
friends, as well as help, develop a community atmosphere. We were informed that
another English couple is staying in the park but we have yet to meet them.
Tuesday, 11 November 1997
In the hope that we would find more suitable campgrounds for the grandchildren,
we set off early for the 350-mile round trip to Yuma
which lies at the southern end of the Colorado River close to the
Californian border. On this occasion, we located several campgrounds which
accepted children but note the word accepted and not welcomed children but they
did at least have better facilities in particular larger swimming pools.
It became apparent during the trip to Yuma that the major crop in the
vast fields of Arizona is cotton which is in the process of being
harvested. Numerous bales of cotton each about 30 feet long by ten feet wide by
10 feet high are stacked in fields awaiting shipment to the processing plant,
where by-products such as cotton seed oil for margarine and cooking, cellulose
used for paper, film, furniture, upholstery and high protein meal for cattle are
obtained.
Wednesday, 12 November 1997
Valerie treated herself to a hairdo while George washed the car. We then moved
camp to Apache Junction in readiness for
Kevin and June's arrival, where not unexpectedly we were informed that the
swimming pool has still not been repaired - now wondering how we will entertain
the grandchildren!
Thursday, 13 November 1997
It seems somewhat crass to say "here we go again" - but here we go again...
The journey was as uneventful as travelling on a plane for 10.5 hours with two
children could be and we were exceedingly pleased to see George waiting for us
at Phoenix.
Now lizzen verey carefullee az I will zay zis only wonce - quote George
"don't give in yet the campground is only a short distance away". Sorry,
George, I shan't mention this again (promise) but it has to be mentioned, just
once. George got lost!!!! Our "a short distance away" turned into 45
minutes in the wrong direction, 45 minutes back again and then on to the correct
road. I did mention some concern when I saw the sign for San Diego,
California (and we're in Arizona)... Anyway, that's all I'll say -
just about enough I reckon!
p.s. for the day - we were all invited to the cockpit (well actually I asked),
absolutely amazing, one of my dreams come true but unfortunately, Claire-Marie
couldn't get round the word "pilot" and insisted his name was Pirate Pete!
Well Kevin and I stayed up until around 10.30 pm which is about 5.30 am UK time
hoping to have beaten the dreaded "lag" - we did, nearly, but the children
didn't...
The day was cool but sunny and we decided to make a trip through the
Apache Trail and down the
Canyon Lake on Dolly the Steamboat.
The cruise was very relaxing and very peaceful
and despite searching high and low for the herd
of Bighorn Sheep we only saw a Blue Heron.
Entertainment was laid on in the form of
Claire-Marie and Robert having to wear life
jackets and were both extremely excited about
being on a boat and spent the cruise running
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Despite Kevin and I apologising profusely to fellow passengers their only
comment seemed to be "that's what kids are for" - I can't imagine we'd get the
same response in the UK somehow.
p.s. for the day (sorry about this but it makes me laugh) - sign in the
campground "If your dawg does the poopin you do the scoopin"
The weather was much the same so we decided to explore the Apache Trail a
little more. Lunch was at what appeared to be a Ghost Town but was
Tortilla Flats a restaurant/gift shop
"cowboy style".
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The restaurant specialises in Bullrider Burgers,
Killer Chilli Dawgs and R-R-R-Rattlesnake Beer
served in jam jars. The walls of the
shop/restaurant were covered with $1 notes which
had been signed and added to by visitors from
all over the World. Outside waiting for a photo
call was Dry Gulch Dave the giant cowboy who is
7' 2" and weighs in at 300lbs.
The menu was in the form of a newspaper and one
little excerpt is as follows:
When in the desert do beware |
On our return past the giant and somewhat awesome
Superstition Mountains, we
stopped off at Goldfield an old mining town which
grew up in 1890 when gold was discovered. However by 1915 due to a series of
events the gold had played out and Goldfield became a ghost town.
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As it was now late in the day the town shops were all closing but we managed to
tour the mine. The tour guide dressed in traditional cowboy/miner-type clothes
with a long, long beard gave a very interesting and informative tour and we were
all filled with admiration for the men who toiled for up to 12 hours a day,
using only five candles a day for light, many not living past the age of 35
because of the complete lack of ventilation causing them to breath in the thick
clogging dust.
p.s. for the day - at the "any questions" part of the tour having just sat
through a very informative description of how they blew sections of the mine
using dynamite - CM said "I've got a question. What's all those wires for?"
p.p.s. for the day - the cowboys are very nice - very very nice...
Sunday, 16 November 1997
Time to move on to Tucson. It didn't take long (around two hours) and we
were settled in Cactus Country RV Park. I, unfortunately, didn't see anything
other than the inside of the RV until Wednesday as I went down with some sort of
'flu bug. The others did the honourable thing and left me to sweat it out alone.
So I will "temporarily" pass the diary over.
p.s. don't bother to have 'flu jabs before you leave the UK.
Monday, 17 November 1997
While June was recovering from the effects of her flu jab the rest of us
travelled south from Tucson to visit the
Titan Missile Museum which is a former Intercontinental Ballistic
Missile (ICBM) complex preserved as a museum. Of the 54 Titan ICBM sites in the
United States, all except the missile museum were destroyed after the end of the
cold war. The silo housing the missile is vast but being contained fully
underground it is possible to drive by without noticing anything other than some
fencing.
Before the missile was placed in the museum silo it had one-foot holes cut in
its side and was left in the open so that Soviet satellites could confirm that
it had been decommissioned. We formed the opinion that the crew manning the
mission site during the cold war would have had a boring life since they would
have spent most of their time locked up in the control room hoping that the
order to fire was never given.
Tuesday, 18 November 1997
Claire-Marie and Robert had a marvellous time playing with the numerous hands-on
exhibits in the science centre located within the grounds of
Arizona University.
Wednesday, 19 November 1997
The weather has become a lot warmer but very pleasant.
Sabino Canyon was our tour for the day. The tour itself only takes 45
minutes on a "Disney" style shuttle bus but it takes you through some of the
most spectacular views of the Santa
Catalina Mountains.
The thousands upon thousands of saguaro cacti growing up from basically nothing
but the solid rock is quite spectacular. These cacti take approximately 3-4
years to break the surface and a cactus just about 1 foot tall will be about 20
years old. Some of the cacti seen in the Santa Catalina Mountains are 200
years old. The plant holds enough water to feed itself for up to seven years -
now that's what you call perseverance.
Thursday 20 November 1997
Well, Kevin's gone down with the big "f" today so the remainder of us visited
the Sonora Desert Museum. Not quite
sure what we were in for meant that we were pleasantly surprised to find the
"museum" very interesting and quite picturesque.
The museum which was more of a park was founded in 1952 and is a non-profit
organisation. It is mainly outdoors and takes you along several exhibitions of
desert animals, plants and docent demonstrations. Docents are guides around the
park who seem to know everything there is to know about deserts. The animals
were all, as near to their natural habitat as possible and seemed perfectly
happy - quite unusual for today's zoo. You could even observe the animals at
different levels - from above, below and in their lairs using one-way glass.
Along the pathways were shade ramadas (sun canopies) to rest from the sun.
Overall, the whole museum was very well designed and allowed you to see some
spectacular views over the desert from quite a high level.
Well, Kevin was feeling a little better so
today's excursion took us to
Biosphere 2.
Biosphere 2 is the World's largest
glass-enclosed ecological laboratory. In other
words, it's a huge greenhouse.
Originally, it was built in 1990 as a research
centre and in 1991 eight scientists from around
the world were sealed in for two years to live
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Biosphere 2
contains five biomes - a rainforest, desert,
savannah, marsh and ocean. It covers 3.15 acres,
is approximately 91 feet high and is sealed off
from the World by a 500-ton welded stainless
steel liner.
The 25-foot ocean contains a million gallons of
salt water. It all sounds very "big" doesn't it?
Well, it is - and the amount spent building it
was a big $150 million. Pity, it didn't quite
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Within a few months, it was obvious to the scientists that they had a major
problem with carbon dioxide build-up and the scientists spent all the time
running the biosphere and not doing the research as intended.
A second attempt with eight biospherians failed after six months and the
biosphere was handed over to the University of Columbia. It is now one of the
world's leading research and education institutions.
p.s. Where is Biosphere 1 you may ask? You're standing on it - the Planet Earth.
Saturday, 22 November 1997
As the children had had quite a few days out we decided a day of "dossing" was
due to us all. We needed to find a Post Office and do some grocery shopping
though. US Post Offices are huge buildings (always easily recognisable by the
Stars & Stripes flying outside), however, when you get inside there are normally
around six counters and a ticket system - very slow.
A lunchtime barbecue with our uninvited guests (flies) proved very enjoyable
followed by a swim for George, June and the children. Kevin decided to have a
rest and Valerie made the most of the peace and quiet. However, shortly after
lunch Kevin and George got the twitches and decided to go and do some playing at
the local Radio Shack. Three hours and I don't wish to know how many dollars
later they came back with yet ANOTHER computer - EACH!
p.s. did you know that Radio Shack is part of Tandys - only the second most
boring
{she must mean interesting - Ed}
shop in the world, after Halfords?
Well, we had been told we MUST go to
Tombstone the
site of the OK Corral
before we leave the area.
We all came away with very mixed opinions. The
main street itself was very authentic and showed
you where Virgil Earp was gunned down - Wyatt
Earp never made Sheriff, but his brother did.
We saw a few shoot-outs and had a ride on a
wagon and horses and then left.
Perhaps it may be different at another time of
year or even another time of day but to me
personally, I felt it was one big souvenir shop.
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Monday, 24 November 1997
The journey north to Buckeye, Phoenix took
us around 3.5 hours - including a 45-minute lunch break at a rest area. Rest
areas can be found along the interstates and are picnic areas with phones,
toilets and drinks machines. There is even an area to walk your dog.
The thing that strikes you is that everywhere is spotlessly clean.
Upon arrival at Goodyear - which due to the large
quantities of cotton grown used to be called Egypt, until the tyre factory moved
here - we found our campground at nearby Buckeye to be very clean and
spacious. Each site (pitch as we know it) is divided by orange, lemons,
grapefruit and olive trees - all of which you are free to pick. Once we had
moved in (about 10 minutes) and had a cup of tea we all decided to try out the
pool, which proved to be very warm indeed. To complete our day we had a barbecue
and ate our meal outside in the warm evening weather.
The campground is really in the middle of nowhere and is surrounded by cotton
bushes. For those of you who have not seen cotton growing, think of when you
were a child decorating the Christmas tree with your Mum's cotton wool balls -
that's just what it looks like.
p.s. how can you tell Ronald McDonald on a nudist beach? he's the one with the
sesame seed buns!
When we first arrived in Phoenix George & Valerie told us of a new Mall
that was due to open. Today we decided to investigate.
Arizona Mills is a huge complex with six different shopping areas.
Area 5 has the Rainforest Cafe. The entire area has been decorated to give you
the impression that you are sitting in the middle of a rainforest. It rains,
there are alligators (not real), huge fish tanks, parrots(real) etc. all to add
to the atmosphere.
Periodically they have thunderstorms where there is lightning etc. when this
starts the staff all raise umbrellas! Overall we were quite impressed with the
Mall but our main criticism was the noise! Every area and every shop within the
Mall felt that they had to compete with each other on noise levels.
Another trip to the supermarket, another swim and then we all sat down to
Kevin's master recipe Chilli Chicken dinner:
675 g boneless chicken |
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Wednesday, 26 November 1997
The weather was not too good today so we decided to visit
Scottsdale which is the "better" part of Phoenix. The local
IMAX cinema was showing two films one about the space station Mir and the second
about Mexico. Both were very good but George & Valerie felt the film about
Mexico didn't do it the credit it deserves.
Scottsdale
itself was OK. The shops were very upmarket but there was a lot of building work
being carried out so it all looked a bit messy.
One thing we have noticed over here is the way the Americans like to crowd you
into places. Each campground we've visited has been around 50% empty, now your
rig may be in a row entirely alone until another rig arrives and they put them
right next door. The same with the IMAX theatre - it must have sat around 200
people yet all the people there (around 20) sat all together in the middle rows.
Anyway, this was our last night so we decided to have a round of Pegs & Jokers
our first of the holiday - and what a good job too! It caused so many
"discussions" that we'd have declared WW3 by the end of the two weeks. The
result was 1 game each {we let the girls win the
second game, didn't want any sulking! - Ed}.
Thursday, 27 November 1997 - Thanks Giving Day!
Happy Thanks Giving! Our final day. The sun is shining and everyone is
celebrating - or rather EATING!
We went to the campgrounds' Pot Luck Thanksgiving Lunch - they supply the Turkey
and mash and the guests supply a dish of something. As there were around 40-50
guests at this lunch, there were around 25 different savoury and sweet dishes to
try out. It was all extremely nice and your palate was certainly put to the test
with some of the dishes, but we were as stuffed as the turkey when we left and
spent the rest of our stay recovering in the sunshine.
p.s. we now return to the UK, cold, wet, miserable and Christmas......
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