After persistent complaints by the kids, we realized that some of yesterday’s laundry was missing.  The landromat has no phone, so we called the neighboring barber shop and the owner was kind enough to go next door and confirm that indeed we had left a load in the dryer back in Tucson.  The laundromat bagged up the clothes for us, and Trish headed out for what would be a 240 mile round trip to Tucson and back to recover our laundry.  When I mentioned this to the camp host, she said “I’m so glad I’m not the only one that’s done that!”, so I guess this is not a unique event in the history of RV living.

While Trish was gone, the kids decided to start writing novels. Our son worked in his “room” for part of the day:

Around 5pm, we went for a walk.   We passed the sign at the entrance to Gunsite Wash.  This doesn’t inspire confidence in our government:

To the left of the Saguaro, the structure which the camp host calls “wagon train” can be seen on the horizon:

…And the “sleeping princess” can be seen on the right side of this photograph:

The hosts tell us that there are 13 RVs here at Gunsite Wash, though in the past the number has gone as high as 200.  Most RVs are clustered near the entrance to this 1,200 acre site:

This fellow is ready for anything:

We are the unit on the far right of this photograph:

Tomorrow we will try again to visit Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument.