Miles behind us, we arrived in the desert oasis we referred to as "Cocoon". The condo is a retirement compound where older folks begin walking and heading to the pool each late afternoon. They peer out windows and pretend to be cordial while planning a way to eliminate the tow vehicle and the trailers that are parked on the streets around their houses.
After a good nights sleep, we headed for the border of CA/Arizona. Once across the border, the trip seemed to occur in slow motion. Incorrect travel directions were given to us and we unfortunately traveled possibly an extra two hours out of our way. Road construction was also a problems we encountered as we made out trek to Lake Pleasant.
Arriving brought great relief. We settled in and began to walk around and make ourselves friendly. The rest of the California sisters were MIA, and we were receiving inquires as to there location. Since we did not travel with them, we were unsure as to their location or arrival time. Headlights of five tow vehicles and trailers appeared after dinner was cleaned up. The Arizona sisters gladly heated dinner and prepared food for our late arriving sisters.
Friday was reserved for Wickenburg Days. This is a celebration and rodeo event where vendor come and sell western ware, clothing, jewelry and many other things. We shopped, met for lunch then headed back to camp.
Saturday evening was reserved for the Mardi Gras Carnival. The Arizona sisters went all out with elaborate costumes and wigs. We California sister were unprepared and unable to hold a candle to the efforts of these fun reveling sisters. A parade, dance and much laughter filled the night. Later a country crooner sang as we danced the night away.
Sunday arrived and it was time to say our good-byes and head home. Contact information was shared and the promises to see each other down the road of life somewhere, someday.
Heading back for an overnight or two at the Cocoon condo, we had no idea that we would rudely be asked to leave which proposed a late morning departure that assured us that we could not make the 9 hour trip in one day. The Sister on the Curb overnight housing would need to be used. Visalia was a good spot and sister JuaNell was called. Curbing with JuaNell and her husband was fabulous. Their hospitality was superb.
A great trip that I'd do again...
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