Visit Lake Havasu City in December (like we do) and you’re considered a snowbird. Especially when you have Colorado plates. Return in March (like we just did) and you’re considered a spring breaker. Especially when you have glowing white skin and Colorado plates. I could care less what the label is, I’m just grateful to have a warm place to go when I can no longer tolerate this ice box that I live in. Don’t get me wrong, I love Colorado, but this winter has been brutal. I often wonder how I went from living in the hottest place in the country, that’s you Havasu, to what has arguably been the coldest place in the country the last few months. I’ve been well-informed this year (Thanks Dad) every time our little town earned the title of record low, which was more times than I’d like to recall. The first opportunity we got, we headed south to defrost. We enjoyed nothing but good times with family, took a few scenic flights here and there and explored some of Arizona’s expansive BLM land. A random collection of photos from our trip…
Four of my favorite people in the whole wide world. My cousin and his family who drove out to AZ from L.A. to camp with us for the weekend. The joy in these kid’s silhouettes is priceless.
Patiently waiting for their roasted marshmallows. However, when they saw that they weren’t completely charred just the way they like them, Mark’s mallows were rejected : )
If there is one thing Havasu never fails to deliver it’s a spectacular sunset.
Nothing like rolling out of bed and going fishing. Oh how I love camping.
Standard Wash to Alamo Rd. via BLM land.
The desert in full bloom.
Alamo Lake from our campsite.
Such wonderfully weird places can be discovered when wandering back roads. This place is not on the map and consists of about five houses that look completely abandoned. However, the satellite dishes and guard dogs led us to believe otherwise.
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