Day 42
Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville was our source of a very expensive but good breakfast. Next it was off to the Clark County Library for some interneting, followed by some $44.00 drinks at Caesar's. The drinks were horrible, but they had the novelty of coming in a 3' long pink glass. While Liv made a phone call to Erika back east I put a dollar into a slot machine at Paris, Las Vegas. The thing did its magic and kindly returned a $2.00 victory. I immediately cashed out with the knowledge that I took Vegas to the bank.
Deciding that Las Vegas is a place to visit only once and 115 degrees is a horrible temperature to be in, we got back in the Wagon and headed for California, stopping in Primm for dinner. The drive to Bakersfield , CA through the Mojave was nothing grand and even though we were passing through the desert there was surprisingly large amounts of traffic. The only saving grace of the ride was doing it at night when the temperature was only in the 90s.
At the California border, we got searched at an agricultural checkpoint, subsequently losing our grapefruit to my dismay. By the way the inspector reacted to seeing the delicious fruit one would guess we were smuggling Russian weapons.
Around midnight we rolled off the road in Porter, California at the sight of the Friend's RV Park. Friend's my ass, this place was a first-class dump where the RVs were no longer vehicular and the residents the domestic dispute type. We quickly set the tent and used the Wagon as a poor means of protection against the local color.
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