One of the great under-rated pleasures outdoors is a broken and stormy sky. I experienced that yesterday as I fled Arizona. Other things worked OK: gasoline prices weren't so bad, and I had only two encounters with rude and reckless drivers, who love being disrespectful of winter visitors.
The spring solstice isn't even here yet. But I have already left AZ. (Actually I'm still in the northwestern part of the state, 15 miles from the Colorado River.) One way to gauge your success as a camper and traveler is to see how little time you spend in Arizona.
During mid-winter we are all climate refugees. I truly love low temperatures in the 30s F and highs around 65 F. But once mid-winter is over, you can find adequate temperatures around the edges of AZ, and perhaps escape over-crowding, generators, motorsport yahoos, target practice litter bugs, cholla, and un-earthly rubble.
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