Lost a few days here and I'll write what I can, there are a few blanks! I haven't wrote anything about our ride in which was extremely hot... I know in a previous post I had mentioned that around Evanston we were officially in the desert, but it's become quiet apparent that wasn't true.
The ride from Seligman dropped us down a few thousand feet and temperatures sky rocketed. It was incredibly uncomfortable as the forecast maximum for the donkey piss smelling town of Oatman (that we stopped in for lunch) was 48°C. Miners apparently brought donkeys here when they founded the town and now the locals say they are wild (but you can pay for food to feed them?!?). Worth a stop but maybe in spring! Check out the pics.
Moving on before the heat peaked for the day we jumped on the highway for Vegas. The whole experience at this stage was comparable to placing a motorbike inside a giant fan forced oven and sitting on it for a few hours wearing a jacket, jeans & full face helmet. Not pleasant and we stopped frequently to rehydrate.
Arrival in Sin city brought instant relief in the form of cold beer and the formula after this was pretty straightforward. Walk, look for happy hour sign, buy beer. Rinse and Repeat. First night for me was too big and I spent the next day debilitated, Dad flew the flag though and had a few beers.
Fremont Street was definetly a favourite for me as it looked like the old Vegas you see in the movies. Lots of flashing lights and plenty of street performers. Were a few rock bands playing live 80s music here in a tribute to the spandex era which was great, the area is setup really well for that type of thing with all the bars serving take out beers to make wandering the streets easier!
Last day was pretty good, went to the LA gun shop and fired a few WW II era machine guns, a 44 magnum hand gun (AKA Dirty Harry) which I struggled to pull the hammer back on with one hand and the also had a go at the big daddy, a .50 Cal rifle (how are we even allowed to do this?!?).
Quiet night that night as we planned to leave the next morning at 330 am in an attempt to beat the summer heat. Was still around 32 degrees though when we left!
The last leg of our trip is now over...
I'll update with some final thoughts soon,
Bill
Fremont Street was definetly a favourite for me as it looked like the old Vegas you see in the movies. Lots of flashing lights and plenty of street performers. Were a few rock bands playing live 80s music here in a tribute to the spandex era which was great, the area is setup really well for that type of thing with all the bars serving take out beers to make wandering the streets easier!
Last day was pretty good, went to the LA gun shop and fired a few WW II era machine guns, a 44 magnum hand gun (AKA Dirty Harry) which I struggled to pull the hammer back on with one hand and the also had a go at the big daddy, a .50 Cal rifle (how are we even allowed to do this?!?).
Quiet night that night as we planned to leave the next morning at 330 am in an attempt to beat the summer heat. Was still around 32 degrees though when we left!
The last leg of our trip is now over...
I'll update with some final thoughts soon,
Bill
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