Everything went along fine today other than the heat. I believe the highest registration of heat was 111 degrees on our thermometer. If it was hotter I didn’t see it. Our van did fine with no overheating at all. We are so thankful the guys at Big O in Evergreen, CO did an excellent job for us. We enjoyed a lot of conversation today about our lovely trip and future plans. We got to Las Vegas by early afternoon with the help of PDST (turning the time back another hour) and figured we could optimistically plan for a Barstow, CA stop tonight. However, as soon as we were on the S/W side of Vegas things changed radically. It took us approximately 2 hours to travel the additional 12 miles to Primm, NV where we planned to get fuel. About 1,000 other people decided to get fuel here as well so it was quite an experience. We learned from others that this is typical traffic back into CA on a Sunday afternoon. Unbelievable! It took us close to an hour to get fuel, then sizing up the circumstances we figured it would be at least an hour to make it back onto the freeway. There were lanes merging from multiple sources in the parking lot to the one little on ramp going our direction. We checked on RV parking, there was none, well none with hookups anyway. We could have parked in a parking lot behind a casino and baked in our trailer in the now 109 temperature. The a/c doesn’t work without at least a 30 amp plug in. We surmised that a night at Whiskey Pete's Casino and Resort might be the ticket. We called the hotel section while waiting in the on ramp line and YES they have a vacancy, and YES for a mere $20 extra we can even bring our little furry friend! YAY! We were quite relieved, well, until we go TO the room. I don’t think I am really picky but having an empty beer bottle on the nightstand and a rumpled bed makes me think it is not really the room for us. John went to talk to the front desk while I fed Tony, and also discovered the sink doesn’t drain in the bathroom. We moved rooms walking through the casino laden with smoke, walking our dog, past a car I later found out was the automobile Bonnie and Clyde were killed in (eeewww) and secured a much nicer room. We can see the traffic from our window, it is still crawling along. Our trailer is parked right outside as well. We will make a real effort to get home tomorrow.
In case you wondered, our room does NOT look like this:
Tomorrow, LORD willing…
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