Seester visit!

Yes, yes, "seester" is what my sisters and I frequently use instead of sister for each other. When we headed down to Cave Creek to see my son, we stayed overnight in Camp Verde. We liked the place so much that when we came back up I-17 and stopped to see my youngest sister we stayed at the same place: Distant Drums RV Resort in Camp Verde.

Just off the interstate, it is one of the nicest, cleanest places we have stayed. What would I change, not much at all. A little more shade but that's tough to come by in the region, and maybe a smoother turn into the entrance. Other than that it was a very nice place.

We stayed a couple of days, partly to catch up on laundry (again!) and relax a little but also to visit with my seester. Getting to her house is not something I'd enjoy in a car, even a jeep is a good idea! So, she came to us.

We visited at our RV for a while and then went to dinner over at Storytellers, a suberb little restaurant across the interstate at Cliff Castle Casino. Now casinos are notoriously noisy places and walking through the slot machine area to get to the restaurant I certainly would not disagree. But, immediately on entering Storytellers which is tucked into one side of the huge casino room, the noise vanishes! The internal setting is like a grotto, quiet little nooks where conversation is truly possible and many many restaurants have forgotten that people like to talk and visit over a meal.

We had a great visit ... my sisters (I have two) and I keep up with each other by phone and email although we are separated by enough distance we don't often see each other in person. I avoid as much as possible saying much about any of my living family online so not going to go into any details about the conversation or how her family is doing. I have no such hesitation about the long gone, after all I am a genealogist but I do draw the line at saying much about the living relatives.

We returned to Timmber Wolf after a very good meal only to find that her tire was going flat. To our very good fortune, our neighbors at the RV park were a very nice family from California, looking to resettle in nearby Prescott and they had the youth and enthusiasm needed to get her tire changed. I m truly glad we discovered this and had the help or she might have been stranded on he side of the road on the way home! Thank you to all the nice helpful people in this world who go out of their way to help others.

The next day we headed first to Flagstaff for a stop at a WalMart to pick up a few things. Known as the RV'ers friend by some, most WalMarts have parking lots us big rigs can get in and out of reasonably!

Then we headed north into the desert but that's another story.