While we were in Mexico one of the Bay Conspiracy couples started talking about a trip to Quartzsite, Arizona in January. JoAnne asked what the big deal was with this Quartzsite place. Well, for those of you who haven’t heard of, or about this place, here is my quick take on it. Quartzsite is a small, hot dusty wide spot out on I-40 about 250 miles from here just a few miles east of the California state line. It is small, that is until winter comes along, and then the place is invaded by thousands and thousands of RV’ers who come from all over the country to spend the winter. They camp out in the desert on BLM land for miles around the small community. For several months this place is transformed into the Mecca of the RV world. This place is to RV’ers what Sturgis is to Motorcyclists. In January each year they have an RV show and flea market that takes several days to see.
I had thought that we were quite fortunate to have avoided a pilgrimage to Quartzsite for all these years but now it looked like our time had run out. We were going to Quartzsite and that was that. We were lucky enough to get space in an RV park in town so we didn’t have to “boondock” it out in the desert. I figured that since we had a good place to stay and didn’t have to rough it with the cactus and coyotes this trip couldn’t be all that bad. Besides, every day is a party with the Bay Conspiracy.
The drive was easy and enjoyable and the RV park was adequate. The town lived up to its reputation. It was remote, dusty, small and dry and, there were thousands and thousands of RV’s camped out in the desert for miles around the place. The RV show was indeed one big flea market with hundreds of vendors selling everything and anything relating to RV’s and camping.
I had thought that we were quite fortunate to have avoided a pilgrimage to Quartzsite for all these years but now it looked like our time had run out. We were going to Quartzsite and that was that. We were lucky enough to get space in an RV park in town so we didn’t have to “boondock” it out in the desert. I figured that since we had a good place to stay and didn’t have to rough it with the cactus and coyotes this trip couldn’t be all that bad. Besides, every day is a party with the Bay Conspiracy.
The drive was easy and enjoyable and the RV park was adequate. The town lived up to its reputation. It was remote, dusty, small and dry and, there were thousands and thousands of RV’s camped out in the desert for miles around the place. The RV show was indeed one big flea market with hundreds of vendors selling everything and anything relating to RV’s and camping.
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