End of the road

Today we reached the end, the farthest we are going from home.  We had spent two nights at Picacho Peak State Park.  The weather was great.  The terrain was a bit stark but beautiful. The day of rest did our minds good.  And I got the broken drawer mounts fixed, and did a preventative fix on another similar pair of drawers.  The first owners of this trailer did not really tow it anywhere; they had a seasonal spot in a campground.  So we get to do the shakedown cruise, breaking everything ourselves.

There are still some things to look at but the ship is on an even keel right now, not taking on any water.

A short drive today took us to McDowell Mountain Regional Park, a park and campground operated by Maricopa County, just beyond the town of Fountain Hills.  Which is a ritzy little town outside of a bigger ritzy town, Scottsdale.  However, here in the park up in the hills, we sure can't tell we are near anything, let alone the Phoenix suburbs.  As far as we can see, beyond here be dragons.  Or at least lizards.

Campsites are huge and spread far apart:

The dog approves of our plan to stay here for five days.