Today started out like yesterday with the indoor/outdoor weather station we have showing slowly rising temperatures indoors and double-digit then triple-digit temperature readings outside changing so rapidly as to be almost unreadable. Although it is technically autumn, the weather here is still horrible if you are one of those reluctant to vacation in Hell.
We did leave the comfort of our air conditioned trailer for the comfort of our air conditioned truck for a spin around this broiling wasteland. I initially drove Peggy to a place called Soft Surroundings, a clothing merchant. Peg said she was only going in for a minute so I stayed in the truck. When the seat belt hardware became so hot that I could feel it through my clothes I started to wonder about the wisdom of my choice. Fortunately, Peggy was true to her word and returned to the truck in a remarkably short time considering where she was.
After the clothing store, we drove what seemed like a very long way across Las Vegas to Red Rock Canyon Conservation Area. It is a gorgeous array of steep cliffs and brilliantly colored rock formations, particularly when viewed from inside the truck cab. Outside it was close to a million degrees so we mostly kept the windows rolled up and the A/C running.
Coming back to our RV park we passed through some typical Las Vegas traffic that consists of wild-eyed swervers, abrupt lane changers unburdened by using their turn signals, high speed motorcycle racers following serpentine paths through the traffic and artificial islands painted on the road and a small contingent of clueless operators slithering along on the freeway while going 15 or 20 mph less than the chaotic traffic around them. Despite traveling at or above the speed limit, numerous comedians would ride my rear bumper for about a mile and then cut abruptly into the slower lanes to the right in an attempt to pass while going slower than the vehicles they wanted to overtake. I hate city traffic, particularly the pernicious, dickheaded morons filling the highways here in Lost Wages. Tomorrow we leave and that is none too soon.
We got a few pix in the park. Click the asterisk *