Our third day into boondocking and things are starting to get stale. It's time to shake it up and head into Las Vegas. We are about 45 minutes out of the city. This time we hit the town with a different motive. The last time we were here it was just for two nights. We showed up and parked at an RV park, and then spent the next day walking 12 miles up and down the strip. Now we have a chance to see the regular side of the city. Shirley skews west first and everything appears to be normal. Then it's south until we get to the Las Vegas sign. We missed this last time... so why not today?
So the story goes for the rest of the day. Homeless people are everywhere along with reminders to lock up your stuff, or someone is going to steal it. This was taken in the parking lot for the sign which was filled with tourist and tour buses. Some how you never see this in the brochure.
The line to get your picture snapped in front of the sign was 100 people deep. No way we are going to stand around like a bunch of idiots to get that picture. Back into Shirley and northward bound we go. I take over duty at the wheel and make the executive decision to stay off the highway for the rest of our trip. This proved to be quite interesting. Mile after mile was filled with desolate boarded up buildings and some dam sketchy looking neighborhoods.
Although it looks normal from the picture I can guarantee you it is not. I was busy watching the people and Katie was making sure the doors were locked. I completely blanked out the chance to take pictures of the tents lining the streets filled with people. I'm not talking about stuff for sale either. Just a big tent city filled with people, trash, barbwire, and stray dogs. It was a disgusting site that looked worse than any other place we have been too.
Being back at home safe and sound is a good feeling. A nice little night walk and a desert sunset. Could be worse.