Yesterday we woke to the sound of coyotes howling at sunrise, the sun beating off massive bright orange boulders and dark coloured lizards being scattered by rabbits playing tag. Today we woke in a dust bowl in the arse end of nowhere. Where trains run every fifteen minutes and the inhabitants of the are RV park are either hugely over weight or scarily thin. Should have guessed it was more of an off season resident’s trailer park because of the mounds of empty beer cans – massive cable TV dishes and the extent of some peoples vegetables gardens and rusted neon palm trees. As we lay in bed last night listening to the 10 year old playing with her brother at 12.15 as the redeye roared past – I am sure I heard the dad speak through a bourbon glaze and missing teeth –‘OK Becky Sue that’s enough stop playing with ya brother and back to your own bed’ – note to self – never be fooled by expensive sounding name of an RV Park – Paradise Trails has still a long path to go.
