Does anyone doubt the power of the Moisture Man?
Does anyone think it is just a coincidence?
Thursday afternoon I briefly strayed into Southern California while following the Colorado River north from Parker to Bullhead City in AZ. Just for 20 miles.
I passed this fact along to Brother Mike. He responded with a text message containing a pic from his computer..
By early Friday morning the consequences of my intrusion would be felt all over SoCal.
My friend Danny sent me a pic of a flooded street on Friday.
Hey, he never claimed to be a photographer but I think you get the point.
I am the Moisture Man!
OK, enough of that. I will be back in SoCal around Christmas. You locals have been warned.
After leaving the Roosevelt Lake area in AZ I drove through the Superstition Mountains to McDowell Mountain Regional Park near Fountain Hills.
There are 76 sites available and I parked in number 5 as the sun went to bed.
This park is known for excellent hiking and biking with miles of trails. The sites are mostly open and you can pick a spot to face the sunrise or sunset.
I walked the campground the next morning before leaving. Some of my favorites were 6, 52, 54, 58, and 76.
Just be aware that a 60 foot python is known to frequent the area.
I skirted around the north side of Phoenix to another Maricopa County Regional Park called Lake Pleasant.
For some reason cactus always strike me as comic characters, with their arms upheld in a “What? What did I do?” pose.
The lake was pleasant if a little low.
The sunrise was spectacular.
Red skies at night, sailors delight. Red skies at morning, sailors take warning.
With that in mind I took a tour of the 151 campsites with an eye towards the sky.
About half the sites here have water and electric and cost $30, same as McDowell. The basic sites run $20 like mine, number 174.
If you want power and a nice view, go for 11, 13, 15,or 18.
49 and 119 were fine for the no-hookup crowd.
That poop in the lower left is from the wild burros that can scare your shorts off at night as they roam the campground. Trust me.
That old sailor saying held true as I headed west to the Colorado River.
The cactus were mocking me, but the rain did not last for long.
12 miles north of Parker, AZ you will find River Island State Park.
At first I thought it said Free Area but I was wrong. My eyes are getting old, or maybe just hopeful.
I set up camp in site 3 and finished up the last of my chicken and cooked up a fresh batch of cow.
I am an equal opportunity omnivore.
The park is set in a small cove off the river as I discovered the next morning. This is the beach.
And a view of California across the water.
There are only 37 sites here and in addition to mine and numbers 1 and 2, I liked 16 and 29.
29 mainly because it had a Honda Element.
If you have a tent, 30-37 are closest to the water and you pitch on grass.
All the campers I met here were very friendly but none more so than Walt and Beverly. They had a cool trailer and car.
Travel on my friends!
A mile south is Buckskin Mountain State Park.
The 68 sites set near the main body of the river.
Here is the beach and another look at California.
They even offer a store and gas pumps inside the campground.
Every site has water and electric for $30, same as River Island.
I was taken with 9, 31, 58, and 66.
Cabanas are also available for $35 per night but they won’t handle any kind of rig over 15 feet. I think they are for tent campers.
Not quite sure.
Anyway, I pulled out of River Island on Thursday and did a quick stop at Lake Havasu State Park.
Two miles before you reach the park is this thing.
The park is being renovated and it looks quite dandy.
Of the 46 sites, 2, 3, 10, 34, and 38, were close to the water.
From there I drove 80 miles north (including my quick dip into SoCal) and entered the Lake Mead National Recreation Area.
It includes areas surrounding Lake Mohave as well as Lake Mead.
I spent one night at Katherine Landing just north of Bullhead City.
Days are so short in the winter that just after I parked the sun went down.
And I mean parked. Did not even unhook my trailer. Because Brother Mike happened. In a good way.
I will explain in a minute. First let’s look at the campground pics I took Friday morning.
There are 156 spots available in the NPS campground. Of those I was taken with 2, 8, 76, 83, 114, and 141.
These spots and all the rest in the Lake Mead National Recreation Area are $10 per night. There are also several concessionaires that run RV parks, but those are geared towards the seasonal visitor.
You will also find a marina, store and restaurant nearby.
But lets get back to Brother Mike.
I left California on December 2nd, 2013. Been a while since I have seen any family members.
It turns out that Nephew Riley had a lacrosse tournament in Henderson Nevada just outside Las Vegas on Saturday and Sunday.
I could have been in Maine or Florida, but it just so happened I was right next door.
So I bounded north to Boulder Beach campground on Lake Mead Friday evening.
I checked out the sunrise Saturday morning before driving 12 miles to Heritage Park.
Getting old is just a state of mind. I still feel like I am 25 and physically, except for a few extra pounds, I haven’t changed much at 52.
I always thought of Riley as a youngster. The kid I shared a camera with back in 2004 so he could take pictures of Nephew Jake.
Not sure if those are long short pants or short long pants.
Time speeds up as you get older and suddenly Nephew Riley is 15 and will be able to drive next year. (Scary huh, Brother Mike?)
So indulge me briefly as I share some photos of my nephew.
Mike and Riley.
And some action shots from Saturday and Sunday. He is number 21.
The ref is keeping a close eye on him.
Look up! The ball is on top of the Stratosphere Tower!
Now its on the turf.
Play well, long poler. Live long and prosper.
Merry Christmas to all from myself and the crew at campsitephotos.com.
Regards,
Greg
