Southern Arizona has been a little chilly these last few weeks. How cold is it? After a week or two of below freezing nights, I spring for the extra cost of a heated water hose. I get tired of filling my tank and hooking, unhooking water over and over. Plus the whine of the water pump is a sound I can do without.
As it warms up this week, I happily join the mass exodus from inside homes and rigs and out into the sun. Carol and Rob text me to suggest a day trip to check out Patagonia Lake State Park, tour the Town of Patagonia and taste a little wine in Elgin. This multi-stop itinerary makes for a very full day trip!
Wonders of Patagonia
Patagonia Lake State Park includes of course the lake plus plenty of camping and fishing. I would have my hands full trying to weave my rig into these tight sites. But there are much smaller rigs squeezed into every available campsite here.
We talk to a few contestants in a bass tournament who are trolling near shore . Now all the boat trailers parked at the marina make sense. Seems the only things biting today are inquisitive tourists lining the shore commiserating with the fishermen about the lack of hungry fish.
We return to Patagonia for lunch in the historic hotel there. Afterword, we cruise this eccentric little town checking out the artsy sights. By the time we make it to the row of wineries in Elgin, time is getting tight. We can squeeze in only one tasting. That is just as well because after 5 samples of some very dry wine, I can’t unpucker for an hour!
A Dire Warning!
Shivering inside my RV while it has been cold out is not the only thing I practice in order to fill my time this winter. Sundance loans me a fiddle so I can join his ad hoc beginning fiddle class. I assure my neighbors that no matter what horrible screeching sounds they hear emanating from my rig, no baby kittens are being harmed inside my RV. Then I torture them (my neighbors, not baby kittens) with repeated unrecognizable renditions of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” on the borrowed fiddle. A word of warning to my friends in NC. When I return I will most likely be armed with both a banjo and a fiddle – Run for your lives! You have been WARNED!