The band’s Lead singer was pretty versatile: trumpet, harmonica, guitar, cha-ching (bike bell mounted on his mic stand)
Parking lot was gravel but “striped” with pieces of old firehose staked down into the dirt
They have a church front, like a movie prop building, made out of steel. Pretty cool.
I tried out their rocking chair made out of horseshoes
They had a horseshoe pit behind the bar
Clientele included families, old folks (even older than us), teens, 20 somethings and lots of 40 somethings. Bikers, off-roaders, and a few who came in regular ole cars.
Seemed to be an unusually high number of walking wounded…off-roader casualties?
Lots of interesting looking vehicles in the parking lot or in some cases parked up on the rocks around the lot.
Open Labor Day to Memorial Day (actually closed all summer-no dah, it can be 120F here)

We stayed a couple days longer than planned at Lake Havasu. We were all ready to pull out and the starter went out on the motorhome. Surprise! I was on the sidelines for resolution of this. Let me just say that it made for a few tense hours. I leave it to Kent to tell the whole gory story.

It started with a call to my “award winning” service advisor at the nearest International dealer, in Phoenix. I know this since I heard it in the infomercial so many times while on “HOLD”. After much discussion they determined I did have warranty coverage but in order to receive it I would need to have the vehicle in Phoenix. Towing the 200+ miles for the motorhome was estimated at $1,150 and another $950 for the trailer. No, there was not anyone closer that could perform the repairs and towing is not covered under my particular warranty plan. It would be an out of pocket expense. Not acceptable. Then I talked to their mobile repair manager. No, he could not help either unless I would tow it in. How mobile is that? Not going to tow it 200 miles for a starter! Called a local truck repair shop. He was at the campsite in about 20 minutes. Confirmed the diagnosis, took down part numbers and went back to the shop to go to work. Within about an hour he called to say none was available locally but it could be in tomorrow morning from the Las Vegas International dealer and including the special freight it would be much less than towing to Phoenix. He also tried to get a dealer he works with to help with the warranty coverage but could not. He gave me the official term for a “rural repair” which is available to cover situations such as this. Armed with this I made the 4th call to the dealership and was promptly forwarded to the warranty specialist just by mentioning the magic term. Now we are getting somewhere. She suggested a more local non-official repair shop they work with often before she realized I had already found local help. They wanted to express the part to me. Sorry, after being turned down 3 times the part is already on the way from the Vegas Dealer.
Good to his word the local guy came to the campsite the following morning and installed the upgraded starter and we are happily motoring again. We will see how frustrating getting the check for the “pre-approved” warranty claim turns out to be. My guess is it will be less than a delightful experience.

We have learned that they are actually opportunistic feeders that eat carrion as much as anything else. We know they are wooses and that smaller birds easily run them off. The osprey is a much better fisher and the Eagle is not above harassing the osprey til it drops its catch then stealing it. They have a really unimpressive call….not like the red tail’s goosebump raising scream. Even knowing all that, the Bald Eagle is a majestic thing to see. Soaring or perched they look regal and proud. I could watch them every day.

A BIG wild pig snoozing on the beach. A pair of Bald Eagles, one enjoying some lunch…until the ravens chased it off. Then a coyote moved in to see if he could get a piece of it. Pretty heavy competition for that one piece of fish. The coots clucked all around us and the grebes serenaded us with their squeaky trills. It was a nice relaxing day.