I woke up this morning to the sound of a train rolling by because the Dateland RV Park is actually a lot closer to the railroad tracks than my boondocking spot at the VFW in Yuma, so it's substantially more noisy.
But I'm pretty much impervious to noise, but what does bother me about this train is that unlike in Yuma where the trains were crawling by real slow, this train is whizzing by at 50 miles an hour, [I'm just guessing] so my fear is the thing may come flying off the tracks for some unknown reason, not like it's never happened before, and wipe out the entire RV Park. Oh well, I've got six nights to go maybe it will hold off until I leave.
I found it rather odd that even though they grow Dates here, hence the name of the town, that the Medjool Dates in the gift shop cost more than Medjool Dates at the average grocery store. I can walk over and touch the Date Palms, you would think they could cut you some slack on the price. But who knows, the way international business works now days all of these Dates may be shipped to the Middle East, and the Dates in the gift shop may have come from China.