We're at the Blythe KOA. It's hotter than the seventh circle of hell. The park attracts people with jet skis, boats and etc., to go play on the river. We're on a grass site populated by what my Grandmother used to call 'piss ants'. They're tiny and they're vicious. I stepped on a nest and they came out biting. I retaliated with bug spray. Other than the ants, it's not a terrible park.
There is an elevated pipeline full of some unknown substance, crossing the river.
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