I find myself once again back in Needles, CA. I was here three years ago and stayed at this very same park. Nothing to write home about, I just loved the wide open land and mountains that surrounded the park. I wasn't thrilled with the site they put me in and was thinking I would never again come back to this park, until I was asked to join the group of winter residents.
It was a large group, sitting outside freezing in the cold early evening temperatures, keeping themselves warm with wine and other assorted alcoholic beverages. I was offered a seat and sat down to enjoy their stories and get to know my neighbors a bit better. This was by far the best story:
A man, who was not there this evening, sold his Harley to buy his girlfriend some new dentures. Then she up and left him.
Ok, maybe the retelling isn't as funny as when you are sitting around hearing it first hand, but I thought it was one of the funniest stories I have heard in awhile. Maybe I was just too long on the road today.
I did have a very challenging, long day on the road. It took me 30 minutes to find a gas station that was 5 minutes from the park I stayed at last night. I needed help unlocking my gas cap because I was turning it the wrong way. My electric step somehow no longer works. I even needed help plugging into my electrical outlet (use two hands to lift up the outside unit).
It has just been one of those days. One of those days where someone else's story seemed much funnier than my own.