Havasu 09

Sorry no photos as of yet....I did not take any but Tish and Keith did so hopefully I'll be getting those sooner rather than later.
I'm back from a weekend at the desert! The weekend started off with our attendance to Gogol Bordello on Thursday, but I shall wait for photos from T as I believe the photos will tell some faboo stories...Anywhoo -
Friday morning, driving home from Pomona after about 2 hours maybe of sleep I rush into the door and pack. I get the call that we're leaving later then planned...more like 2pm...I cringe...Memorial traffic...lord. And LORD was it! Tish and I drove, Wendy riding with Tish, Sonia riding with me. We hit the road and crawled to Havasu. We were supposed to meet at a mid point - this mid point being the last stop before a looooooooong ass desert drive with no services for 65 miles. We missed it. Yup. No one seemed to know the name, Tish saw it...we missed it. So the next hour or so I was eyeing my quarter of a tank praying to the gods above we didnt run out in the middle of f-ing nowhere. We barely made it. Sadly the google maps gave us wrong directions, so after filling up we went the wrong way on the 95 and knocked another half hour out of our way. We rolled into Black Meadow Landing 7 hours later after dark. Fuck me. We unpacked, got settled, tried to find some of the other crew that was there, gave up and crashed out about midnight. We rented a mobile home that "Sleeps 6". No - barely sleeps 4.
I get the trendle bed...uncomfortable, noisy, ugh. I knew I wasnt going to be sleeping.
Saturday morning us ladies had breakfast, then I started wandering around trying to find cellphone service to no avail. But did run into Robert/Pierre as they pulled in from driving thru the nite. We helped them set up and decided to take the boat out. The weather was around 100 or so, and I was quite excited that I could probably go on the boat this year and not get ill. Sure enuff, we all headed out, put putting around the lake and anytime the boat stopped I'd hop in the water and float/play until we moved again. Pierre was my water buddy. We shot water blasters at each other, laughed drank and enjoyed life. That night we all sat around the campsite drinking margarita's and fading fast from long drives and sunshine. Sunday morning the day started off the same, Anna/Sergio/Keith rolled in. Lots of waiting around trying to get the boats launched, in order, etc and we were off again - the 2 boats headed out to London Bridge. Grasping on the to boat as to not launch out, we laughed, took breaks to dip in the lake and drank. When we arrived Keith and I were dropped off at Naked Turtle since sicky little Jami here cant make it thru the canal without yarfing all over everyone. They headed out, and we stayed at the bar drinking and catching up, and making fun of the people around us. Sadly our plans for all of us meeting there for dinner later didnt pan out due to the fact that 2 of the youngsters on Anna's boat forgot to tell thier folks where they were...sigh...we headed back. More stopping in the coves, swimming around, laughing, drinking, etc. That nite we met up with all the rest of the peeps that were there...totaling maybe around 40-50 or so. This is when the massive drinking occurred. Lets just say we initiated one of our gals by getting her topless into the lake. I think I sold her when I said "Come on...I've jetskiied naked!" (Didnt know that about me did ya...) She did. She made us proud. Later that night Wendy and I popped a squat on the beach and bonded and watched the stars. The stars are so amazing out in the desert as I'm sure you all know, and I cannot go there and not see my stars. Such a beautiful night. The next morning a bit of drama ensued trying to roll out, but we got out of there at 11am and didnt get home till 6:30. The 10 fwy came to a complete crawl. Needless to say sitting in traffic in the middle of the desert SUCKS!
A somewhat uneventful trip, but a wonderful time. I do plan on doing my usual by staying a bit longer next time around. Love you Havasu!