On the way from Yuma to Quartzsite, AZ at about 90 miles north of the Mexican border, we had to go through US customs. Seemed a little strange to be in the middle of nowhere, having not left America to be going through Customs. I will have to say compared to the Canadian and Northern US agents at least the questions asked this time seemed to make sense. Did we have anyone in the back and were we American citizens (passports were not requested)? Other than to appreciate our beautiful dog, they did not seem concerned about her health records.
We arrived in Quartzsite Dec. 1 and got settled in at Holiday Palms RV Park on Main Street. The park is rather - well, I guess, ‘plain’ is a good word but its appearance is helped by dozens of palm trees. There are lots and lots of full-time residents with elaborate set-ups adding outdoor ‘rooms’ and such. There are fake lawns everywhere.
OK, Quartzsite is small small small. Though when all of the other snow birds get here it is said to be a small city of RVs and “mature” (age-wise at least) citizens. The crowds are expected to peak around the start of January though it looks like others are coming in with us today.
