Paradise?

I made a run to Yuma today for laundry and supplies. The 8th Street Laundromat was kind of crowded. There was a lot of jockeying around, trying to get things in and out of washers and dryers without colliding with other patrons. And the place could use more counter space for folding laundry. But the machines are rather new, and there were enough of them that I didn’t need to wait. It’s also right across the street from Food City. So I picked up more of their perfect tortillas.

Then it was Walmart for most of my stuff, with a stop at Fry’s for some dense, moist, triple chocolate brownies.

I have a couple more things I need to do in town tomorrow, so to save myself a trip out to the desert and back, I decided to pay to camp at the Paradise Casino just across the Colorado River from the old Yuma Territorial Prison (which also served as the high school for a while). The camping ain’t fancy, just a hard packed dirt lot with graded rows, but it’s convenient and relatively quiet, particularly where I’m parked in the far corner of the lot. I suppose I could have found somewhere in town to stealth camp, but I don’t rest well in that situation. Am I okay here? Will I get the knock? Will there be troublemakers? I figure my peace of mind is worth ten bucks. Besides, there are dumpsters.