St. George, Utah

I’ve been amazed several times and in several ways as we’ve been shown how small the world is.

Here are a few examples.

Last week we were parked next to a couple from Boise while we were staying in Boulder City. Rich chatted with them a bit and found out that they travel from mid-March through through mid-October.

The next day we toured around Hoover Dam for a few hours. Then we got back on the Interstate and after a few miles, guess who passed us? Yep, the same couple driving on to their next overnight location.

Rich recognized their rig. I recognized their BSU Bronco wheel cover.

That’s actually happened a couple of times. We’ve also run into the same RVers at parks hundreds of miles apart, in different states and arriving there by different routes.

I have also discovered that it’s a small, small pickleball world.

We stayed at one resort in Phoenix for a month. Since then, I have run into two different players that I met and played with there: one in California as he and his wife were driving back to eastern Canada and one in Utah after returning to her summer home. What a nice surprise to reunite with them.

Then yesterday I ran into a couple I used to play with in Boise. We ended up at the same pickleball facility out of at least six here in St. George yesterday morning to play. We got there within five minutes of one another even though there is no structured time to begin play.

I found out later that they went to watch at a different park that I had played at on Monday morning, but I left just before they came. It was so very fun to see and play with them.

It It truly is a small world and an even smaller pickleball world.