Some RV Park in Arizona

Okay, I am being shallow. It isn’t just Some RV Park, it’s Fiesta Grande RV Resort, in Casa Grande, AZ. If you ever go there, you can play pickleball, swim at the pool, do horseshoes, and (a couple of times monthly) attend some sort of vendor market.

It’s the sort of place people stay for months at a time, to avoid harsh winter — or just to enjoy sunshine. Some folks live there year-round (but might escape to cooler climes during the summer monsoon). Maybe we will live here someday! (Or someplace like it). I dunno.

But we were here because we have family who lives here, and we were long overdue for a visit, and it was a win-win proposition — see the fam, and experience Arizona in the winter, when people were intended to experience it.

It’s not a desert wilderness wonderland, but then it’s not supposed to be. Besides, it’s walking distance to Harbor Freight, Home Depot and a reliable liquor outlet. Paradise? Someone’s idea of it.

When we hooked up, I had a little trouble with the cable TV attachment. The pedestal offered up a 75-ohm, coaxial, male connection. I am used to encountering female connections (just don’t say anything). But no. So I needed some sort of coupling device, which I suppose I am supposed to know if I’ve been out RV-parking a lot, but I didn’t know. To visit here, successfully, I needed a coupling device. Not saying anything else, except that I found one at the nearby Home Depot. Still nothing more to say.

This is the “transient” neighborhood within the RV park. Other areas are maybe a little more densely populated. The hookups were a little confusing, but that might be more about me than about the park.

Here is evidence that, at least once in our six-week adventure, someone rode a bicycle. It was me. Oh, the things I saw at Fiesta Grande. The people! The wildlife! The speed bumps. Generally, I am glad that we had the bikes with us, though there was an unfortunate experience removing the bike rack when we dropped the Toto off, later on, in Lancaster. Arggghhh. Still, fun riding in Casa Grande.

It was fun to re-connect with family in their hometown haunts, and they tolerated us even after Wally made a disgusting mess at their house. And there were also local highlights.

We visited this tourist trap, I mean Place of Historical Significance. Apparently people established some lifestyles in previous centuries and people who want to learn from history, or at least be entertained by it, come out and stare at evidence of these lifestyles. Here they are. Or were.

Just look at this old building! Yeah. Note: the roof structure is not part of the original thing. I think it has been added by modern types to protect the old thing from UV rays. Makes sense. It’s possible that the inside of the building is captivating, so to speak, but they wouldn’t let us in.

So, Casa Grande. It’s completely okay! I could spend a lifetime there. And it sort of felt like I did. (Just kidding, fam!).

Next stop: Catalina State Park, near Tucson. Soon.