Real Life Strikes in Tucson

When you’re on the road for months at a time, life happens on the road. Life can of course happen on a one or two-week vacation (food poisoning anyone?), but the odds are lower just due to the short duration, and unless you’re really unlucky and it strikes at the beginning of your vacation, you often just need to get through a few days before dealing with whatever life handed you at home. When you measure your road time in months, that usually isn’t an option.

I started feeling lousy in Texas, and stayed relatively low key from the Padre Islands on. By Tucson, I’d been dealing with this crud for almost a month and decided it was time to see a doctor. A nearby clinic recommended by Oma’s cousin got me  an official diagnosis of bronchitis and asthma (no surprise) and some strong antibiotics and steroids. Happily, after a few days I was feeling much better.

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Moving on to Tucson

We left City of Rocks and spent two nights at the Escapees Park in Deming, New Mexico. We needed a little time to recombobulate and do a little housekeeping and laundry. Although, it was little more than a gravel parking lot, it had plenty of space between sites, had the full hookups that we needed, and had a wonderful group of people. After this stay, we felt good about continuing on our planned journey.

P1020309I have a cousin who lives in Tucson and he very generously offered to let us park our 5th wheel, Annie, and the Beast in his yard in Tucson. Previous owners had set up an area with ample space and with water and electric hookups along side the house. Even better, he lives in the foothills of the Catalina Mountains and has great views of them and other surrounding mountains of the area. His backyard is beautifully landscaped with native flora of the area. So everyday, I feast my eyes on several large saguaros, many varieties of prickly pear cactus, aloe, agavi, and other beautiful cacti and succulents. Quail run through the yard, and mourning doves call. And then I lift my chin ever so slightly to view the rugged Catalina Mountains and Bear Canyon as well. With beautiful sunny skies and a slight breeze, I feel that I must be in paradise.

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