Kennedy Meadows to Ridgecrest to Las Vegas
I had organised to get a lift out of KM from a local Bob to Ridgecrest, where I could pick up a hire car.
I spent the morning in Grumpy’s watching Bob eat his breakfast to make sure he didn’t leave without me, as I wasn’t convinced that Bob fully understood my request, being about 80 years old. Finally Bob finished his breakfast and I was on my way to Ridgecrest.
The rental place gave me a blue Volkswagen Beetle which I was super excited about. Then I hit the road, all the time telling myself to stay on the right side of the road and look for cars in the opposite direction that I am use to. However, I quickly got use to being on the opposite side of the road.
It was a 3 and a half hour drive to Vegas and it was weird to cover the distance in a few hours which has taken a month to walk.
I checked into a hotel/casino in Downtown Vegas, did laundry, then once dark headed to Fremont St, which people told me is like Vegas use to be. Then I got the nicest, chatty Uber driver ever who took me to the Strip. I had so much fun walking around and seeing everything. The lights and tack of Vegas appeal to me. It is like the Big things of Oz on steroids. Before long it was close to midnight and way past my usual bedtime of 9.30pm and I headed back to the motel to call it a night.
Today I am thankful for road trips.
