Once a supervisor, always a supervisor.

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If all RV parks had this much open space I would be a lot less inclined to go elsewhere. I'm farther away from other RVs here than I am most of the time when I'm boondocking..... It's great!

I learned a bit more about the Pima County Fairgrounds and the Garth Brooks concert that's happening in two weeks.

Guys that work here at the Fairgrounds were placing a bunch of  traffic cones on the pavement a couple hundred feet away from the Arctic Fox. So despite the over 100° heat, I moseyed over to supervise their activity and make sure they were placing the cones in the correct spots. And from that encounter, I learned that they're going to be putting up a giant screen where a Garth Brooks concert will be shown on video. They're also going to lay out a parking area for 500 cars, which according to them, will be charged $100 per car to view this Garth Brooks video.... I wonder how many college kids can be packed into a crew cab pickup truck leaving room to turn the steering wheel ?.... In two weeks we may find out.

Another thing they mentioned in passing is that the RV show sold 58 RVs last weekend, which according to the salesmen they spoke with, was a great success. That sounds reasonable because I had guessed that by looking out my window at the area where they parked the sold RVs, they were selling 20 or 30 RVs a day. Still, I didn't know if that was a good day or not, but apparently, the salesmen were extremely pleased with it. And more than they usually sell so having that bit of knowledge may give RVers a clue as to what the outlook is when trying to find a spot to camp in the future.

I'm pretty much done getting ready to leave Monday morning. The only things left are things I always do on the last day, or the last minute like dump my tanks, unhook the water and shore power, bring in my living room slide. I usually bring in my bedroom slide ahead of time since I don't really need it out. And of course, hook up the truck.

I enjoy doing those things because they remind me of getting the trailer ready to go on a vacation. And getting things done ahead of time makes sure there are fewer things I forget to do before pulling out of my campsite.

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These are the nice folks that I had to supervise this afternoon. They were so grateful for me taking the time to tell them how I would handle this whole traffic cone deal that they told me I could take their little golf cart for a drive and stay gone as long as I wanted. I felt guilty leaving them there with no leadership but sooner or later young folks have to learn how to accomplish things without knowing how we retired folks did it 40 years ago.

This is the Fairgrounds Cantina, about a five minute walk from my campsite, where food and beverages are served whenever I'm not here. There's  real nice outdoor seating in the back where they have a gazebo, lots of flowers, and string lights everywhere. There's even a dance floor you can use if you want to get down and boogie doing the Charleston, Turkey trot, or the Shimmy.

This is the exceedingly rare and extraordinarily creepy, Tufted Potbellied Amazonian Back Looker. Which professional birdwatchers, such as myself, normally call... Bob.

Bob's distinguishing characteristics are they only have two toes on their left foot, one eye is darker brown than the other, and their heads on backwards.

There's a lot of discussion in the bird world about why this type of bird has a backwards facing head. Some experts believe the bird is more streamlined with a backwards head and can fly faster. Others postulate its a survival mechanism that allows the birds to see predators sneaking up behind them. And some folks are of the opinion that flying forward while facing backwards confuses attacking Hawks that can't figure out which way he's going.

All of those ideas make some sense but doesn't help the Bob's with their biggest problem which is that they fly full speed into trees, buildings, and cows, where they bonk their heads, knock themselves silly and fall to the ground unconscious where Sand Sharks and the mighty Krackens make quick work of them, explaining their extreme rarity.