I am in no big hurry and while I don’t actually putt along, I am not rushing either. I pull over whenever I notice a train of vehicles behind me, and wonder, really, why is everyone in such a dadgum hurry? The sign for Parker Dam comes into sight and I make the appropriate turn. The dam is small, not very tall nor very wide, but I get some nice shots of it. It has some interesting columns along it’s side and there is a blue heron sitting in the lone palm tree along one edge of the river.
I decide not to take the narrow winding road that advertises recreation along the river. I can just picture hordes of people and I do not want to deal with that. We head back to 95N.
The Bill Williams National Wildlife Refuge is the next attraction. Now this is more like it. A huge parking area and there’s only one vehicle there. It’s odd to see wetlands, but cattail beds are growing along the river, and even odder there’s a cactus growing at the northern edge of the brown stalks of grass. One pint size saguaro. The river, a beautiful clear blue, meanders through the wetland grass and disappears in the distance. The bare, jagged mountains make a dramatic backdrop.
We are off again.
The London Bridge is on my list to see even though I saw it way back when I drove truck. It was dismantled in England and brought here and rebuilt. It’s pretty cool but the traffic is horrendous and I decide to forego that particular hassle. I just don’t want to fight it.
I spot a Family Dollar that looks like it will be an easy in and out and decide to stop and purchase a couple of things I need. There is also a Carl’s Junior and I pull in there first and buy the boys a double cheeseburger to share. They rarely get people food like that, and wow do they love me today!
We appreciate your interest in our adventures. Hugs, Shawna