I love Nevada.
I can breathe there: my lungs don't seize up.
I like the warmth; it's hot, but it's not blistering hot. I like waking up to sunshine :-)
I love Nevada.
Nevada was agreeable with everyone; everyone was in good spirits:
The RV Park was atmospheric. The host was pleasant, and helpful. If we ever go through Mesquite again, we will book a spot again (when we are not boondocking).
But we had to be back in the PNW by the 18th, so, we cut this stay short.
I'm not sure where we were between Nevada and Utah; but as Holland drove along, I was petting Bleu when I felt something in his fur. I thought he had a burr … but he had picked up something else, someplace between West Virginia and Nevada:
We had though we were finished with the severe weather - but Cedar City, Utah proved us wrong :-(
Beaver, Utah was much nicer to us …
Provo, Utah moved at a manic pace.
And the KOA RV Park was in the heart of Salt Lake City; for Pete's sake!
Cities and I do not get along :-(
City drivers are crazy drivers. I do not drive in cities … and I am not a good passenger in city traffic; just thinking about city traffic makes me nervous: being in the midst of crazy drivers (even as a passenger) gives my heart a workout. Holland kept saying, "It's okay Baby - I'm driving; relax." What my husband doesn't understand is that him driving does not matter: my heart will still morph into overdrive when crazy drivers are zipping in and out of traffic, doing manic frog leaps.
I always thought KOA Parks were in the country: WTH!!!
I hate city traffic.
But Holland was not rattled, and we finally arrived at our destination safely.
And ordered Supper to be delivered to our front door. My husband is a good man :-)
Even though this KOA was in the heart of a city, it was a very nice Park.
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