Random Road Thoughts

Nevada

It’s 84 degrees and dry as fuck.  We’re worried about when the next gas station comes in this vast, endless desert…
 
I’m trying to imagine being a settler, tradesman, pioneer, hunter, trader, etc…trying to survive in these conditions 200 years ago. Coming over a mountain, thinking maybe there is an end in sight, only to find that the dust bowl extends forever.  The sun only continues to rise.  The temperature climbs with every passing minute. You’re rationing what's left of your water and don’t know from where your next source will come… You’re religious, supposedly headed to the promised land, but right now it feels like Hell.

Hold that thought while I sip my Figi water as I upload my blog in Carmen’s air-conditioned car, driving on paved roads that have been previously traveled and mapped out.  I’m also consulting our online AAA trip tix, booking a hotel for the night and oh--I just received an international text.  Carmen drives, rocks out to Eminem and conducts business from her Crackberry.

What was I saying?  Right.  The settlers.  They had it bad.  Cheers to them for boldly going where none of our pansy-asses possibly could have.

Fun facts about Vegas:

As we suspected the Mormons are a bunch of repressed, twisted charlatans whose hypocrisy knows no bounds.  We learned that they played an instrumental role in building Sin City as we know it—all the while condemning the very behavior they made possible.   Basically everything the Mormons tell their people not to do—they make money on other people doing. They’re fuckin’ nuts. 

In the 1950’s, before the practice was banned for obvious reasons, the hotels in Vegas capitalized on their close location to Nevada Testing grounds.  The geniuses in charge (Mobsters, Mormons & Money Men) advertised “Atomic Cocktails” from their rooftop bars for the best sunset Mushroom Cloud viewing.

Well, we’re past Vegas and headed directly into the arms of our Mormon husband.