Well, all good intensions in place, I ended up leaving my parents, Parker, AZ, and the Colorado river behind yesterday, beemering it 3 hours to Las Vegas where I have three timeshare properties (I rent out my Cabo properties if anyone’s interested in a 5-star vacation, here and here) and snagged a nice 1BR Suite for 11 nights. It’s near to The Orleans hotel and casino, with a number of attractive eating establishments including both a steakhouse and a prime rib joint. I picked the steakhouse.
Yea, the sirloin was the best value on the menu, at $33. I think the flavor and texture of a quality sirloin properly prepared beats your filets, ribeyes, and NY strips any day. This one met that bill. Yum.
So, yea, anyway, The Havasu / Parker area is experiencing outlier climatology this year. Generally this season, it’s mid-70s to low 80s, sunny, a little breeze. I got about one day like that, and we went out to the 100% off grid Desert Bar that requires a 5-mile drive on a rocky dirt road (along with tons of people who have neither the proper equipment nor the skills or know-how to drive such terrain).
This is my parents’ 4th year in a row camping out near Parker and they’ve never seen the weather develop into such a cold and windy mess, like with highs in the low 60s combined with winds in the teens. Add to that, the Wifi sucks and cell service is next to non-existant and I wasn’t able to get busy producing for this blog and Patreon as I now have the motivation to do.
Had a great 4 days with mom & dad, watching coverage of the winter Olympics every evening. How about that slope style, eh? We also did a good amount of cooking, only going out to eat once. I brought the air fryer along. Mom is really intrigued with it and so when she expressed sorrow at me heading out earlier than expected I was like ‘aw shucks,’ and I gave her my air fryer. I’ll get another.
Anyway, the prospect of the three of us cooped up in an RV for at least five more days of crap weather and crap internet was just not in the cards, for any of us. So here I am, hunkered down in this nice little suite with a full kitchen.
Shopping is done. Easy stuff; like rotisserie chicken, raw veggie tray, Halos, crackers, cheese, sardines, smoked oysters, Kashi cereal, milk, and eggs. And it should be a wash in terms of overall cost. The unit costs nothing but the maintenance fees I already pay, but the cabin is shut down; whereas December’s propane bill was $250 and January, a whopping $375! In all, January was about $600 worth of various utility services. Ouch.
Summers up there are way gentler on my pocketbook.
So, I have smokin’ fast internet again, decent levels of motivation and attitude adjustment, and am ready to spend 10 days producing stuff for this blog and Patreon, and manage vacation inquiries for Cabo (five of them just yesterday).
…Oh, and one more thing. If you’re under the delusion that Arizona is somehow marginally more free, I call bullshit. It’s just as overbearingly, paternalistically fucked up as is California.
It’s an off-grid bar five miles out on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere for fuck’s sake.
You know, this sort of bullshit is a perfect-storm manifestation of both the political activist left and conservative right, as bedfellows. On the left, you’ve your endless array of institutional “free” stuff for the purpose of controlling “bad” behavior. And the logic is sound. If I have to pay for your “health” care, then I have something to say about your behavior. On the right, you have your cults of Bible Thumpers who can’t stand the idea that some folks somewhere might be having fun and their activities must, therefore, constitute some offense to their doG.
They can both go fuck themselves.