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| Seatac was quite busy at 6 A.M.. The plane was full. |
Kudos to my Bunny. Even limping (Douglas shot four of her toes off yesterday for cheating at cards) she's better than most people. She arranged for us to board a jet plane this morning at 6 A.M.. She coaxed our daughter to get up (Libby is not a morning person) to drive us to the airport. She negotiated a return on some of the money we paid to store the truck and trailer. She cleaned the refrigerator (While I did the shopping), She made lunch. She ably navigated us through the morass of freeways northwest of Los Angeles. She took pictures along the way. AND she danced like a Vegas showgirl on the picnic table after we set up the trailer. What a gal! We arrived in Cathedral City about nine thirty in the morning. We were on the road before eleven, and we pulled into Vegas about four thirty. We're tucked in safely at the Hitchin' Post RV Park in the north part of Las Vegas. I've always been amazed that through the miracle of flight a person can begin the day in one place and be just about anywhere on the globe by night fall. We live in the best of times. Our trip was uneventful. I think it was actually a blessing to be traveling the roads we traveled today on Saturday. The only really thick traffic was near downtown Las Vegas, which we traversed right about rush hour (If there is such a thing in Las Vegas). Tomorrow, we plan to leave as soon as the rosy fingers of dawn raise the veil of light. By nightfall, we should be as far as Wells, Nevada. I've never traveled the road we will drive tomorrow, but my guess is that it will be us, the truckers, a few fellow adventurers, and the desert critters. We won't see them, but they'll notice our shiny silver bullet zipping by. Douglas reported that Nora had as good a day as possible. Her sister Peggy, a nurse by profession, arrived, and was able to provide some loving sisterly care. Judy and I commented, simultaneously as it turned out, that it felt good (If a little strange) to be back on the road. It will feel good to tuck ourselves into our little corner bedroom. I have to say, also, the desert heat feels good, as does the sun. We watched another excellent sunset before we had dinner at the Hitchin' Post Saloon tonight because the walk was short, and we didn't want to cook. It was quite good,and it was warm enough to eat out back in the beer garden, which was good because the smoky saloon odor was so strong it brought back my dishwashing days at the Pancake Paragon where I had to clean up after nasty, filthy, disgustingly puking, chain smoking drunks (What a guy wouldn't do for $1.25/hour). Tammy, the bartender and our waitress told me that in Las Vegas, a person can drink alcohol twenty-four hours a day! it seems ironic that the first sign a traveler reads as he crosses the Nevada border is This is a zero tolerance state. All I can say is, "Boy am I glad I'm not drinking." Guys like me who have no off switch live dangerously in places like Las Vegas (I think they made that into a movie). No worries, the Bunny did our drinking tonight, and the beer garden behind the saloon was very pleasant. In the course of dinner, Judy swilled down a glass of red wine that was the size of a big gulp (They don't mess around in Vegas), and now she's sleeping it off. Watching her "carp out" as we call it reminds me that life is good, especially today.
Pulling Fric and Frac out of the storage unit in Cathedral City, California.
"Sin City" is somewhere over them there mountains.
Fric and Frac were humming with the big boys today. California drivers allow no indecision, hesitation, or pokiness. Pedal to the metal today!
We had quite a bit of company heading to Las Vegas. I'm sure we're the only ones who didn't leave any money behind at the slot machines.
This is the largest thermometer in the world. It commemorates the hottest temperature on record (125 degrees).
We saw no signs indicating what these shiny things were. There were three installations of some wort of solar gathering. Very bright.
Though time seems to have passed this place by, it is well run and very clean.
Twilight in the desert is most always pleasant.
Our spot for the night.
My art shot of the pine cone show girl dancing (Judy declined my invitation to film her dancing).
A nicely prepared ribeye dinner, which we shared.
If you look closely, you can see Judy's hand making a move toward the glass (Notice the Wily Cager smile).
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