Arizona holds some of the country’s most beautiful landscapes, from the southern deserts near Bisbee to the northern forests around Flagstaff, layered mountains, bluebird skies and tall cacti statues abound. It is likely this beauty, combined with the warm and dry climate, which attract so many elderly people.
Unfortunately, it seems to primarily attract the type of old person who has lived long enough and no longer wishes to be reminded of the brilliance of youth, the glinting smiles in a young boy’s eyes or the sounds of laughter as they race along on their bicycles. This breed of ancient man instead has crippled themselves in their remaining few years by purposely surrounding themselves with their fellow stodgy, dying folk.
It is painfully obvious to the RVing family as they attempt to find a place to park their homes and explore these grand small towns and mountain homes. Many parks in Arizona are 55+, and even many which aren’t are so anti-child that they create silly rules like “no children outside of the RV without parental supervision” and “no bicycle riding in the park.” Many enforce other rules stating that your rig must basically be a brand new tour bus with all of the modern conveniences of home or you can’t stay (ie, nothing older than 10 years and you need to have your own working shower if you plan to clean yourself).
It’s unfortunate that these dying zealots have the money to buy up all of this beautiful land and do what they can to keep it to themselves, all too reminiscent of the first white settlers who decided that they could come here and own the land, driving the native people out. The only solace I suppose we as still-living youths can have is that these dodgy old farts will only last another 5 years or so, and let’s pray that they aren’t as easily replaced by the baby boomers poised to replace them.