Michael took Emmi up to friend Dave’s motor home just before 8am this morning and then we all jumped in Jim and Ellie’s car and headed for Yuma. Someone had told us about a great flea market located in Yuma. But, there must be something wrong with us—I was expecting a flea market—lots of good old stuff, instead it was a huge setting for a lot of vendors selling new junk! And expensive junk at that!
On to Famous Dave’s for another great lunch, Ellie & I had a smoked salmon cesar salad and the guys had the usual burgers. Sam’s Club was next for oranges, garlic, sausages, etc. The guys had to have one last stop at Harbor Freight then we started the long drive home. We did sneak in a small ice cream stop, too.
We have been discussing where we are going next, maybe a stop in the Wickenburg/Congress area then somewhere around Sonoita or Sierra Vista. Lots of planning to do.
Nowhere to go tomorrow, we don’t have to get up to an alarm clock, YEA! We are having a cookout with friend Dave tomorrow afternoon.
As we were driving back to our spot in the desert, Ellie spotted a new rig first and in a fairly loud voice said, “OH, NO!” Scared the rest of us to death, first thought was; maybe their rig had been broken into, but oh, no meant that there was a new rig within sight of the Castle! Territorial isn’t she???
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Territorial is a sure sign of a dedicated boondocker:))
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