By Chuck Woodbury
Many RVers in the West head to Arizona for the winter. One lesser-known destination is the tiny town of Congress. It’s not much to look at: a dusty spot in the middle of nowhere. But for hundreds of migrating RVers it’s home sweet home.
I once spent a couple of hours in Congress. When I spotted the town on a map I knew I must make the pilgrimage. I reasoned that one day in the distant future when someone asked me what I had accomplished in my life, I could look them squarely in the eyes and say with complete honesty that I had “spent some time in Congress.”
I’m not sure today that I’d brag about that. But, yeah, I would.