Mesa Arizona and the hunt for a RV Park

We have been down in Mesa, which is part of the urban sprawl called Phoenix, for a few days now. The drive down was a wet one with a surprise regarding the road. Our Rand Macnally atlas showed a tarmac road leading to our planned stop at
the Lost Dutchmen State Park but when with 25 miles to go the road turned to dirt. We chickened out as it was going to be slippery and there is always the chance of a flooded wash like this one blocking our way. The rain was the first significant amount in six months.

When we finally got there we discovered that finding a park that met our parameters was hard. We have had to make some compromises and have finished up at Superstition Sunrise RV Park which has fairly good WiFi [sometimes!] and lots of things to do but we are surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of garden sheds which they call a park model home down here and little greenery other than a token orange tree. The park has more than a thousand sites and about as many golf carts. However the skies are blue, the temperature is in the 70s and the swimming pools are a toasty 82.

We were tempted by a sign boasting of the best cod and chips in the valley. Carol added onion rings and mushrooms to her order and we were both appalled by the amount of batter we were paying for. Carol decided to peel hers and this is the result, I being the gannet that I am ate mine, batter and all. Yummee!

I got a days flying in with the local club. This magnificent tarmac runway with the Superstition mountain range providing the backdrop, is provided by the local parks authority and is home to one of the more active clubs
I have come across. They even go pylon racing. However they won’t let me fly my delta, too fast!






In the back in the park we are getting the odd jobs,
that have built up attended to and decorating the Trek and our plot for Christmas.