So am back home after a few days away from home to beautiful
California and Nevada. Although very short, this little escapade was none the less high in emotion and discoveries of all sorts. The first thing I can say is that Vegas is everything we’ve heard about ‘her’ and more. What a city! Especially when she slowly reveals herself to the night drivers we were…But that’s another story in itself. After the initial shock of seeing the strips just a few miles next to the airport, we made our way to the rental car facility and picked up our little silver grey SUV to head up towards Death Valley. Thankfully to departure in the middle of the night, we actually were able to arrive in Vegas just a bit past noon. A few pits stop for food and gas and we finally hit the road around two. Which gave us just enough time make it to one of the northern entrance of the park, located right next to the little town of Beatty.
Because we were a little short on time, we decided to take highway 95 straight to our destination. The ride is smooth and rather short but lacks a bit of interest. Thankfully, spring flowers were still blooming, adding touch of colours to the Armagosa desert. As we drove on, the scenery slowly changed and more mountains started to appear in the horizon. With less and less cars sharing the road with us, we slowly but surely beggan to feel the ''roadtrip'' vibe
and some sens of isolation. We were, however, guarded during our entire trip by the snowy top of Mount Charleston. The mountain was by our side most of the ride, with its arrogant snowy cap reminding us how high it is. To see snow when your standing in hot and sunny weather in a tang top is an interesting experience. I taught the contrast was amusing. Little did I know that contrast was going to be the theme of the entire trip… H.
