Quartzsite is a normally sleepy little town along Interstate 10 between Phoenix and the California border. Except during the winters. Any time between November and March the snowbirds descend and spread out into RV parks and Bureau of Land Management desert around Quartzsite.
December through February vendors set up to offer most anything you can think of that you probably don’t really need. It’s a gigantic rock show and fleamarket, with other crap thrown in. In another life I sold stuff and things at a fleamarket in Quartzsite and almost starved to death.
FabGrandma was happy with the bead selection in 2009
As many of you may know I have a thing for rocks, and beads, and jewelry, and cool old stuff which Quartzsite is full of. Haven’t been there in a few years and that’s saved me a whole lot of money. But now I’m feeling the need to return and check it out. Plus I have a small want list. So Berta and I are going to Quartzsite, just under two hours each way the way I drive.
And I should have some goodies to share when we return. Have a great day!