We lived in Florida so we are accustomed to the 55+ concept. Outside of Florida, it is rare to find unless you are looking—until you get to Arizona. First, there are more RV resorts than I have ever seen; each of which is larger than the next. Secondly, they almost all have a 55+ age requirement. We have literally been turned away from multiple parks because we are too young—cue college nightlife flashbacks. Apparently, once you hit 55, you have two choices for winter: Migrate to Florida or migrate to Arizona. That’s it. And, they want to stick with their kind. Fortunately for us, we marched to their beat and found ourselves fitting in quite nicely.
I get it though. Arizona in the winter is freaking fabulous. 70-80 degrees during the day, 40-50 degrees at night. Zero humidity. Clear, blue skies every day. Once we actually found places to stay that had availability, we fell in love. In fact, Arizona made the “places we could live” list. With the Phoenix area, particularly Mesa, being our favorite. We had business trips that kept us there longer than we expected, but it was well worth it. Mesa, Chandler, Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tucson, Sedona, Arizona City, etc. We were all over the place, and we didn’t even come close to seeing everything we wanted to. We did manage a grand goodbye…we’ll see you next time.