Sissy and the boys, being the kids that they are, were amazed and continually enthralled with the junked cars; rusting carcasses flipped or sitting all along the roadside. Jamie and I were more amazed and enthralled with the mountains jutting out of the desert - some ranges began at the roadside and retaining walls kept them from taking over the road. (Pike, as I write this, is singing along with the "Lion King" soundtrack, English accent intact)
Thanks to Dad’s perfect directions, we rolled into Kiki’s RV park without incident. We brought in an unseasonal rain and it only took about 3 hours to park the trailer into the space. I am about 1/2 inch from one side of the palapa and about 2 inches from the other side. The palapas are interesting; definitely not built for the RV community, but the vacationers (from Mexicali) that come in the summer. Still, it might be nice for the boys to have an outside playspace. Here is a view of Mom and Dad’s RV (far left) and the ocean (yes, I know it is a gulf, but the kids call it the ocean) from the top of our palapa. The roof you see at the bottom of the picture is our neighbor’s Class A.