Roses are red, violets are blue, click on the pics of Lake Havasu.
Riverfront homes near Lake Havasu. Not a bad way to spend one's golden years.
I made my way to Lake Havasu this morning and arrived at one of the many boondocking areas along the way unscathed from the 80-mile drive and only about 4 miles from downtown Lake Havasu.
As many of you know, I don't type very well, so I dictate my blog every day with a software called "Dragon Naturally Speaking," which enables me to write my blog in minutes rather than hours and turns the somewhat laborious process of writing this blog into something that's slightly pleasurable.
But there are certain words that the software just refuses to write correctly, and no matter how many times I try to train the software to do it right, it just doesn't get it.
One of the words that Is hopeless that the software never gets right is "Havasu." No matter what I do or what I say, the software writes.... Lake have assumed...... like have a shoe..... Lake have a Sue..... or anything else that remotely sounds like Lake Havasu, making me have to delete the mistake and then type it out correctly.
I know this is my cross to bear; it's just a heads up that you may occasionally find "Lake have a sewer" appearing randomly in my blog post while I'm here.
It's hard to believe these barren dry hills have a fairly substantial river running right next to them.
But it's true.
In desert areas little villages spring up if there's any water nearby.
My boondocking spot near Lake Havasu. I will Stay hooked up to the Arctic Fox until tomorrow, which will give me time to find out how noisy my neighbors generators are. And if their too noisy, I will either pack up and leave, or hang out my sign that says... "Genuine Wu-Han Chinese Bats for sale, "a Buck-A-Bat." Most of my neighbors move on after that.