Part Two

Just a wee bit more about Palm Creek. When we first arrived, we felt like we were in a bustling city, bustling like San Francisco. It was a little overwhelming for us. We're more in to the "great outdoors" kind of RVing.
But Palm Creek is a destination point, a winter home for almost 2,000 motorhomes with one or two people living in them. 4,000 people, it is a small city! Probably one third of this population is here from Canada, and believe me, there were Canadian flags flying high with the Olympics going on!
There were nice little touches like this metal sculpture throughout the resort. Because it gets so hot during the summer, there are very few year round residents. Canadians, I hear, can only be out of Canada for 6 months out of the year, and with the heat coming up in spring, the place is pretty empty by April 15th.

By the third day, we had assimilated in to the fold, and had met some really wonderful people. Yes, I can see why people go back year after year, having made friends with others that you have so much in common with. Maybe eventually we'll end up in a place like this, but for now, we still hear the call of the wild, the call to keep moving and to fill up on the wonders of the road.