We arrived in Yuma this afternoon. It's Hot! 90° So "Security " takes us to our spot. The site looked small. So now I have three "Security" guys directing me. These guys have never been to RV Driving School. Maria and I could have easily backed the money pit in without thier help.
Then the neighbor next door in a park model comes out and goes 415 (argument) with security. "Bob" doesn't want us parked next door. Maria tries to be nice. He says it's not us it's the park. Well security said thier sending the manager. She never shows up. Maria calls and the manager and head security guy shows up. They say the guys an "asshole" next door. No kidding. By this time I hooked everything up and we agreed to stay unless Bob became a problem. So I go about my business and Bob comes out. He's an old grumpy guy who needs someone to talk to (his words). So we make friends and I listen to him bitch about the park, life and living in Saskatchewan Canada. To much snow. Lot's of Canooks in this park. So I told him if there's a problem let me know.
Now the folks behind us are partyers from Canada. They said their only issue was they wanted to put a bar on the back of our coach. I said ok. What a fun group. Framers and oil men from BC. We spent three hours solving the two countries problems. Day one in Yuma.
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