Las Vegas, Nevada
Grass is always greener on the other side. The BlueGreen was the greenest.
The Las Vegas hotel provided us a better home than we’ve ever lived in.
Our one bedroom suite had a king-size bed, two flat screen TVs, two showers, washer/dryer, dishwasher and a full kitchen complete with toaster, 12 cup coffee machine, Teflon pans and real cutlery. The best part, $116 a night.
A 12 minute walk from the Las Vegs strip – absolutely nothing, even its 100 degrees, we were walking trained in New York. We’ve only been out to Whole Foods for groceries, the Apple Store to see the iPad and I had a manicure and pedicure.
We are playing house, playing normal people. We’ve been on the road for almost two years. We take Time at Home every three-to-five weeks, in between, we shut down for 24-to-72 hours to rest, regroup and explore.
We shutdown in Phoenix, Arizona on Thursday when we booked the truck into the Vanguard Truck Center to repair the damage from my deer strike. Hank, the Body Shop manager, who is knowledgeable and helpful guided us through the process. He says we got off light with damage to the passenger side bumper and front grill. “It’s usually much worse,” he says.
Greg’s brother was in Las Vegas, five hours away to watch drag races so we headed there in a rental car. Did you know that you can get a tractor into the car rental parking lot at Phoenix Airport – yahoo!
First stop, Hoover Dam. Big trucks drive around Hoover Dam. It looks like they are building a bridge over the dam maybe it will allow big trucks. The road has fewer pulls than the detour, fewer pulls, fewer uphill sections means easy on the fuel. We stopped at the dam viewpoint.
“It looks art deco,” I told Greg.
The road winds down and around the dam like a snake. Sure enough, the Hoover Dam was built between 1931 and 1935. An architectural brother to the Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center in New York. The same font on the signs. The elevator doors, gleaming brass. It’s an architectural wonder.
Since we arrived we’ve barely been out of the room and we haven’t been doing much of that. We are enjoying the being home-of-it-all. No fancy meals, no gambling, no floor shows, just the the life we don’t get on the road. Grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, poached eggs and toast for breakfast. Greg really misses toast. Watching TV. Surfing the Internet. Reading the Sunday New York Times spread across a table.
We loved our layover, but as always, we are very happy to climb back into the cocoon, our truck, the cozy sleeping berth.
She looks fine, new grills, new bumper, new lights. Hopefully no more deer for awhile!