Can you believe we’re entering our 11th year of full-time RVing?!?
We can’t, either.
In a way, seems like we’re just getting the hang of it. On the other hand, it feels as though we’ve never done anything except travel the highways and byways…!
And although we have found a groove — visiting Pahrump, Nevada, in the fall and spring…
…and staying a few winter months in Yuma, Arizona…
…we still find different things to do, discover better places to eat, and meet new people.
In our first year of full-timing, we met people who always went back to the same places, and I thought, “Why would anyone do that when there’s so much else to see?”
Now we’re doing that very thing: returning to favorite spots.
And finding new things to discover all the time.
This year we stayed in Pahrump well past the New Year, which meant we got to see even more snow on the Spring Mountains than we ever have before…
…but despite all the snow up there, flowers still bloomed in town:
We took a half-day trip out to Shoshone, California, where this was as close as I ever want to get to any jail (in this case, “Joe’s Jail House”)…
…although through one very dirty window I could see Joe at least offers a pillow with an overnight stay:
It’s too bad so many people speed through it on their way to and from Death Valley — it’s a great spot for poking around.
But, as with all places in our never-ending journey, the sun set on our stay in Pahrump, and it was time to head further south.
We both got sick in Pahrump, something like the flu or pneumonia or both, and it lasted about a month and lingered another few weeks. We only craved orange-and-vanilla ice cream bars with the occasional granola bar, or bowl of soup to balance out the diet. We didn’t hike, we didn’t shop (no place to shop much in Pahrump, anyway), but we slept and read a lot.
Fortunately, by the time we got to Yuma we were healthy enough to walk, then jog, the fitness trail at Ray Smucker Park, grateful to be outside, working out!
Unfortunately, our appetites came back. We were looking forward to our favorite in Yuma — Ham and Eggs O’Brian at Brownie’s Cafe (readers of my Rollin RV Mysteries know I even mentioned it in Yuma Baby) — but we were disappointed a few times.
As fate would have it, we were out in the Foothills (a sort of suburb of Yuma on the Eastern end toward the Gila Mountains) when I spotted a sign for ribs, which I’d been craving for some odd reason.
Oh, were they good! So… we went back the next day to try their breakfast…
Jimmie K’s Diner. We’ll be back.
Just like we’ll be back to Yuma and Pahrump come winter!