We spent the day in mini-London, also known as Lake Havasu, Arizona. Lake Havasu was founded by a guy named McCulloch. Other Half assures me anyone who has ever owned a chainsaw knows the name McCulloch. I’ll take his word for it. What interests me is the fact that this man bought The London Bridge from London (as in England) and moved it to Lake Havasu, Arizona. Wow!
It took over two years to disassemble and reassemble the bridge. I’m shocked it only took that long. Today it’s fully functional for vehicles and pedestrians.
Once we found out jumping was prohibited, we walked across a couple of times. It overlooks Lake Havasu and a mini-version of London. In January, mini-London is dead. We’re guessing it’s a different story in the summer months.
While in mini-London, Other Half tried to call the Queen Mum. She was busy.
We left Lake Havasu and headed for Parker Dam. Parker Dam straddles the border between California and Arizona. The dam was built between 1934 and 1938 and is designed for skinny vehicles. The last 10 mile or so drive to the dam was peppered with signs warning that only passenger vehicles could cross the dam. No trucks. No RVs. No vehicles towing anything. ONLY passenger vehicles.
We got there just as a truck camper was scrapping the guardrails. The dam attendant rolled his eyes as he waved us by. We crossed the narrow dam overlooking the Colorado River. We got to the other side, stopped to look back and take pics and this time a 40′ Motorhome was stuck. Sheesh. Guess sign reading is not real popular.
As we left Parker Dam to head back to our campsite at Quartzsite, we rounded a bend and there they were. Two adorable wild burros! I was so excited I nearly jumped out of the car. Other Half was yelling at me to roll up the window as one approached the car. I wanted to pet them. I knew better.
I’ve been dying to see the famous wild burros. Until today, it never happened. I enjoyed mini-London and the Parker Dam but nothing beats the wild burros!