Day Thirty One: Goin’ Back to Cali : Nevada, California

(Events of Wednesday, April 15th, transcribed Sunday, April 19th)

We slept well at the North Shore Inn, and were able to use the morning to take care of chores: blogging (not really a chore), laundry, and recharging all the electricals. The wind had died down a fair bit, and (this second part of the sentence is entirely unrelated to the first part) upon spotting an auto repair shop next door, I decided to stop in and see if the mystery of the blown refrigerator fuse could be solved. It was Cal’s Repair Center, and I was lucky enough to be assisted by the man himself. Eagle-eyed Cal immediately spotted that the two repair dudes who had helped me at Zion had not only left their wrench under my hood, but they had also left off the cover to my fuse box and set it in an area where it got mangled. Cal was not amused. Cal located the blown fuse and shook his head, this was not going to be easy. He was going to have to head down to the parts store a mile away. While he was gone, his twenty-something assistant (whose name, if I knew it, I’ve forgotten) started chatting me up (not like that). He was well impressed with the looks of Marigold, and more so when I told him what Annie and I were up to. He immediately invited me to come to his place for a hot meal (along with his girlfriend and 3 year old daughter, and a random assortment of other hangers on.) It was exceedingly nice seeing as I’d known him all of four minutes, and I wasn’t surprised to learn he was originally from Kentucky, as the gas station attendant I met in Kentucky was one of the nicest, most genuine folks I’ve come across in a month filled with surprising generosity and acts of kindness. Cal returned and. alas, the fuse was too obscure for the likes of NAPA, so off he went to do some online research, and  finally offered to order one from Camping World, but I’d need to stay in town a day or two. As time was not permitting of that, he gave me directions to another location as I headed west (I never found it and the refrigerator continues to be an overpriced drawer). THEN, all on his own, he goes to get a hairdryer to help reshape my fuse box lid into its proper shape. While he’s doing that, a crusty old timer (a category Cal falls into as well) ambles over to regale me with stories of flying his prop plane into the Grand Canyon, and a B52 that supposedly lays at the bottom of Lake Mead. Enjoying the company of these fine gentlemen, and having a rare moment of automotive responsibility, I ask Cal if he can check my oil while he’s at it. And of course he does, and it turns out I’m only a quart low, so he tops me off, and I ask what I owe him for the good thirty minutes he and his “team” have spent helping me, and the only charge I receive is $4.94 for the oil. That’s it! That’s the list! I don’t think he even added on tax! So if you’re ever in the Overton Nevada area I cannot recommend more highly Cal’s Repair Station. The most honest mechanics since Click and the late lamented Clack.

Caught up in this fever of industriousness I even got another futile car wash in an attempt to fight the onslaught of bug corpses on my front windshield. All our tasks completed, it was back into Marigold for yet more miles across the barren desert.

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But wait, what’s this rising up out of the vast wasteland?

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Las Vegas! Sin City! The Gambling Capital of the World! But seeing as Annie doesn’t gamble, and I’m not in the mood for sinning, we drive right on by without stopping.

I could tell you that the main reason we’re not stopping is that I’ve made a pledge to myself that this trip be entirely new experiences, and no revisits to places I’ve already been. And this would be true. And it would explain why I’ve not stopped at beautiful and enchanting towns like New Orleans, or Asheville NC, or Charleston, or the Natchez Trace. But I’m also only  about twenty minutes from throwing that pledge out the window. Because soon Marigold is driving past a sign I drove past  fourteen months, almost to the day, prior.

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Red Rock Canyon. Which I visited in February of 2014 with my best friend from high school, Mary V, who has admitted she barely reads the blog and thus may never see this shout out 😉 In any event, it was there that I had perhaps the latest, and one of the most significant, moments that was the genesis of this grand adventure. When we went out to hike the canyon that day, it was a gorgeous sunshiny spring afternoon. And at the first stop we came to, I saw several people walking with their dogs. And their dogs happily clambering over the rock formations and sniffing all the desert flowers. And I thought how much Annie would enjoy it there, and how cool it would be for her to see other landscapes and smell other smells, and experience walks that were totally different than the walks she is so accustomed to at home. And I missed her and felt a little sad that I was having such a fun experience without her. And I think the wheels first started turning then about all the places she might enjoy exploring, and how I could make that happen. So I wanted to stop by and make that old dream a reality and commemorate the (somewhat) start of it all. But as Thomas Wolfe said… “You can’t go home again.”

It started with an abrupt traffic slow down thanks to a caravan of whatever the hell these are stretching along the road. Yes, they look cool, but you don’t want to be behind a fleet of them.

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Red Rock Canyon is a one direction loop road, with stops at various trail heads and overlooks. So if you’re an idiot and don’t realize Stop One is where the magic happened until you’re halfway to Stop Two, you have to drive alllllll the way around the thirteen mile drive at 35 mph if you’re lucky because you’re still behind the clown cars, before you can try again. And if you decide to stop somewhere else along the way it will be REALLY cold and REALLY windy and turn out to be a REALLY long walk along boring stuff before you can get the cute dog photo that truth be told is probably the only reason you’re still carrying on with it at this point.

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And FINALLY you make it back to the cool rock formations, but it’s lateish and you’re tired, and the weather is REALLY unpleasant, and so after all the time and effort and romanticizing it took to get here, you’re back in the car within 15 minutes, and as soon as you drive the loop AGAIN, will be out of here.

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And after some more hours of driving, and finally starting to see some palm trees, we roll through a little town with the unfortunate name of Pahrump, Nevada and make a pit stop at a mini-mart that sells canned Bud Light & Clamato which MAY be the vilest sounding thing I have espied today, but may get you in the right frame of mind to plop down at a slot machine in a convenience store. Who needs Vegas?

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Side Note: Pretty much every town with more than four streets that I’ve been through since hitting the desert has an Anasazi Road. The dirt mountains get taller for a bit, then flatten out again into dusty flat scrub as we cross over into California with little fanfare. The sun gets low and hazy. Suddenly, the ground between the grass clumps turns white. It’s kind of eerie even once I realize it’s probably salt flats, which must mean we are almost in Death Valley.

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And soon we are in our campground, and it is warm and lovely, and I can see but not photograph the sun setting over distant mountains, and once the sun sets more stars than I may have ever seen in life come out and twinkle in a jet black sky and I fall a little bit in love with this place.

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5 thoughts on “Day Thirty One: Goin’ Back to Cali : Nevada, California

  1. What a great time you’re having. I love the photos. Winston doesn’t like t ride but Eli does so perhaps I’ll have a travel buddy soon. I’m reminded of a trip my little Abby & I took to Canada a few years ago. It was a blast traveling with my dog. We spent several days in Quebec City. She was a hit all dressed up in her little coats. Apparently the Canadians don’t dress their dogs.

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  2. Hey Eden.

    ‘So much fun reading your blog. Between a job that I am ready to leave and medical issues that don’t want to leave me alone, it’s great to do the vicarious traveling thing.

    BTW, I saw that Indiana Dunes is scheduled near the end of your trip. You may already have made plans, but if not I want to suggest that you consider Warren Dunes State Park in Michigan instead. My college friends and I have been there twice over the years and really liked it. Here’s the blurb from the website ” Warren Dunes has three miles of shoreline, six miles of hiking trails and is open year-round. It also has a dune formation that rises 260 feet above the lake with spectacular views and 1,952 acres of recreational opportunity.” And if that doesn’t convince you, then Google the name of the park + “mud pits.” You seem to be drawn to finding the unusual and the mud pits are certainly that.

    Thanks for keeping up the blog for those of us in our stuffy offices.

    Thom

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