Rio Bend RV Resort is our SoCal home 'til the end of the year.
The park is minutes from El Centro, California, and close to both the Arizona and Mexican borders. Rio Bend is attached to a challenging nine hole golf course and My Fella and I like the layout and love the price. $1450USD includes:
- an RV spot for just over two months
- unlimited golf for both of us
- 50 amp hook-ups, water and sewer
- free cable and wifi
- pickleball courts, a big pool and hot tub
- shuffleboard, ping pong, darts and pool tables
- large clean laundry rooms
- a personal mailbox
- and privacy since there's no one parked beside us - apparently it doesn't get busy down here until January
El Centro is famous for being the largest American city to lie entirely below sea level; a fact they proudly display on a water tower.
The population of 43,000 is roughly 80% hispanic, so I've been practicing my Spanish quite often. Practice is the key word here. After a few days I'm on a roll and start getting cocky, only to say something stupid.
Last week in a retail store, a clerk asked if I needed help with anything. I replied in Spanish: "No, gracias. Mi novio esta buscando por nueve zapatos."
I meant to say, "No thanks. My Fella is just looking for new shoes." But I switched a vowel and said nine instead of new, telling her My Fella was looking for nine shoes. She gave me a funny look and it didn't occur to me 'til days later that she was trying to hold back a giggle. sigh
Eventually it'll be easier.
Mornings that we don't golf, I head out for a 60 minute walk to explore the country roads outside the RV resort. And keep those damn fat cells in check.
A few days ago I was walking alongside a field, when three white trucks raced passed me and parked on the shoulder of the road half a mile up. Getting closer, I saw and heard hunting dogs being let out of kennels from the truck beds.
At the same time, 7 or 8 guys in orange hunting gear started pulling rifles out of the truck cabs.
They collared the dogs and began walking in rows out to the middle of the field.
Not sure if they were training the dogs or actually hunting for something, but it freaked me out a bit. Stray bullets make me nervous.
By the time I got back to the RV and grabbed my camera, the orange dudes were already on the other side of the field so I couldn't get a good shot. Fortunately, neither could they.
I see some wacky stuff on my morning strolls.