Quartzite: Trailers and more

Day 53
Quartzitie AZ

Nothing quite like looking at your neighbors trash to make you feel a little better about yourself. I'm not talking about whether or not we are financially more successful. That doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm talking about the crap stacked up around our neighbor's RV and the fact that the park allows it to happen. It is just crap. A broken box fan, cardboard boxes, and I think  I even saw an old toilet seat. 

We took T-dub out for a ride and stopped at a local book store. Everything in here was well used and extremely overpriced. The discount section was outside in the weather. Pages were missing and entire books were water damaged and sun faded. Still 50 cents a piece? You must be nuts. 

We head out for a walk and take a turn down a dead end alley. Behind the RV park is one of the more impoverished areas. There were about 6 trailers packed into this little area and all of them were being used. It's a sad sight to see. That poor car has a mismatched fender. What did it do to deserve that?
Now get me wrong. We've been here before and are walking the streets yet again. Poverty does not equal crime; and this place shows that to us. Everyone we have passed has smiled and said hello. They didn't just nod or wave, they say hello to you. It's a town with no money where the people have to stick together to survive. That brings about a sense of community and with that comes warm friendly faces.

I take a step back from Penny and snap a picture some of the local artwork in the park. The horseshoe cacti are a nice touch albeit a little to close to the RV for my comfort. Hassler's RV park is filled with them and they get lit up every night. I'll show you that tomorrow.