Surviving in the Big City ~ 2 Comments.
As is often the case, my pictures won't match up with the blog post, since I've often got too many pictures, or not enough pictures, so you can ignore either the blog post or the pictures, or you can do like I often do and ignore both.
In reality, I'm not actually at a parade. I'm happily Ensconced In the magnificent metropolis of Ajo, Arizona, and the huge skyscrapers, the thundering herds of humanity, and endless traffic will be a major change from the quiet solitude of downtown Tombstone.
I'm packed into A crowded camping area with throngs of people, and every kind of RV known to man. The rules are strict but fair. With no one under draftable age allowed. No one who listens to music I don't like is banned. And anyone who disagrees with me about anything is not admitted. I figure if I've got to live around this many people, they should all be just like me.
With this many people all squashed together, I figure communicable diseases such as the flu, Covid-19, and procrastination should soon be running rampant. At which time, I will just pack up and go.
And speaking of packing up and going. I need to give some consideration to when I would like to be in Quartzsite. My choices are: before the Big Show, during the Big Show, or after the Big Show. Usually, I wouldn't give it much thought. I would just be there any time except during the Big Show. But now I'm not so sure.
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Surviving the crowds while boondocking in Ajo, Arizona.
It was so dark that it was hard or impossible to read the signs announcing whose these floats belonged to and what they represented.
This decorated school bus was my favorite float. It was full of third and fourth-graders who were going crazy on the bus. I hope the bus driver got double time for parade. duty.
This horse and rider were downright spooky. And so was the dog on the left.
This was a dance school. It seemed like the kids were having a good time. I flunked out of dance school……I had two left feet, which made it hard to buy cowboy boots.
The kids seemed to enjoy being in the parade more than anyone.
Oh well. The way my pictures turned out. I hope somebody kicks me in the shins next time I mention taking pictures of a nighttime parade. …I had a good time, but the pictures were embarrassing.