Dang, Dale, there were 2 there on Sunday. Brad and Brian flew down in theirs and I in mine along with various of the Flagstaff Slugs. Talk about bad timing. We don't venture that far for breakfast often, but I'd be willing to bet that if you had a long breakfast at the restaurant on weekends you'd spot an RV pilot from time to time. Same goes for Marana.
Speaking of airports in the area, catch the article in the recent Phoenix Times about the boneyard at Pima. Apparently a bunch of artists are painting scrapped aircraft for an art exhibit at the museum.