To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Pilot Knob Hill RV Park  near Yuma, Arizona is described as “a lovely and quiet little gem.”
So not true.
Every 15 minutes, kilometer long, ground shaking, horn blasting cargo trains cruise by only 500 metres from the park. The Interstate I8, a coast to coast highway (300 meters away) is always jammed with transport trucks, cars, RV’s, buses…..24/7.  
Fellow RVers shared with me that 9 million vehicles use the I8 in one year.
Also not true.
9 million vehicles pass through Yuma in one night. I know this because I counted them, while staring at the ceiling, because I could not sleep. In fact, the incessant whooshing on the highway and the chooo choooing of the trains kept both of us awake. We tried:
reading boring books
watching boring TV 
watching  boring TV, in spanish
staying under the covers with pillows jammed on our heads
turning on the heat
turning on the fan.
turning on the air-con.
John was the first to break.
“That’s it! Jesus Chaaarist!!! It’s 1:00 in the morning and we’re wide awake. Ahhhhhhh!!!!! How does it make any sense that we actually paid for a campsite that’s this noisy? Unbelievable!  Open the blinds. Let’s see if they moved the tracks and the highway into our campsite when we weren’t looking. WTF? Are you kidding me? No one has their lights on. Shelley, look out the window. They are all asleep. Can you believe it? There is no way they are all sleeping? How can they all be sleeping?….. Maybe they can’t hear…  I don’t care if that wasn’t nice. I don’t feel nice. How are we supposed to sleep with all that racket going on? DEAR GOD!!!! What are we going to do?……….  I know. We are going to drink the rest of that red wine and rum….  No, it doesn’t matter that you don’t like rum. You will drink it with me, because there is no way that I am going to finally fall asleep and be woken up by you flopping around. I NEED MY SLEEP!!!!!….   While you’re up, get your dramamine too. What do you mean it might not be a good idea to mix them? I don’t care. I DON’T F@#$ing! CARE!!!!!!!!.  (Choooo!!! Choooo!!!!) Oh F@#$ing!  Hell!!!!!!  Another F@#$ing!  train? For F@#$ sake, just give me the bottle!”

Shelley and John

2 thoughts on “To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

    • Thanks. Go for it. I should have had more beer. The old boys in the waiting room actually starting sharing how many teeth she had pulled, butI couldn’t put that in. I was very ready to bolt. Everyone is a dentist or an eye doctor there.


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