Made it to the Lake Mead National Recreational Park or some such shit. That was a trial, let me tell you! When it gets dark out here, you ain’t seeing shit. It’s all mountains and blackness and then CASINO! Gone too far, had to circle back to the blackness! The lady at the Chevron station said it was down here somewhere!
So down a winding road that looks like it leads to a lemming death, suddenly a pickup, towing a giant camper, blows on by me from out of the cloying darkness. I follow the red glowing eyes that are his tail lights. What do you know, a campground. With 3G service, no less! I drive around, I’m supposed to find a lot and then run back and put money in an envelope and put it in a drop box. The hell you say, you’ll get it in the morning.
Suddenly an old man comes lumbering out of the darkness waving his arms. I stop, it’s Shorty, and he says I can share his lot with him “why should you pay when I won’t use all this space?” My first instinct is to run away! But no, I set up camp instead. I’m tired. He’s nice. He wears leathers and and walks with a cane. He’s got scary biker tats, that don’t fit his friendly demeanor, and a ragged white beard that reminds me momentarily of my dad, the last time I saw him.
I set up my tent…1 hour. I hate how I packed everything. I cook my elaborate Indian food. Awful, yet so perfectly delicious with it’s watery undercooked rice and tomato paste instead of tomato sauce.
Now I’m in bed. Dead tired and typing until the iPhone battery threatens to fade out…3G, baby, and in friggin’ tent!!!
Campsite looked pretty good for not being able to see more than 5ft in any direction. Here’s Shorty and his badass bike and diy trailer!