Today we left our so-under-construction-it-ought-to-be-closed campground in Williams, Arizona to head to Needles, California. I decided, as navigator, to venture off of the popular, route 40 highway and try out Historic Route 66, which is longer, but runs almost paralell of the road. Let me tell you, that if I had the time, money or motivation, I would sue Pixar for false advertisement. Not once did I see a talking car, a motel made of traffic cones, or a scenic mountain road. In fact, not once did I see an ounce of civilazation that didnt involve a trailer park, which, by the way, have $200 monthly rates, and trust me, were being taken up on their offer! What makes someone think that a permanent RV home sitting on cinder blocks would look better with a bed planted flowers around it???
Anyway, after the dissappointment of the lack of activity of the highway, we finally made it to the west coast!!! We enterred California only to be stopped at a checkpoint and forced to give up all of our apples!! The state doesnt allow any fruit from outside the borders due to fruit fly infestations!!! Finally arriving to our campground, we got out of our ACed car, only to find that it was truly 114 degrees outside and our cabin was in the desert! When we asked how much cooler it would get at night we were told high 80s!!
We quickly dropped our stuff and got back into the cool car and headed towards Lake Havasu. The dog park we went to overlooked a canal from the lake where people had just tied up their boats to the side with loud music, tons of people in bathing suits and lots of drinking. It made us a little homesick, missing the LW this summer...
As of right now, we are writing this from inside our cabin, our 1960s AC on high, with a blanket in the crack of the doorway, curtains closed, trying to drink ourselves into a cooler temperature. I think this is where we will stay until Wednessday.
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