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It wasn’t until Hesperia until the fog lifted and the the sun broke though.
The scenery didn’t progressively transition, one minute we are seemingly in suburbia, in the next the great Fordesque movie set vastness of the Mohave. I assume at some stage it gets a bit greener. So raw, bare and inhospitable. Not an unreasonable expectation to see Pale Rider materialise over the vista, well at least mounted in a Chevy Silverado.
Was just about passing underneath the first road sign saying Las Vegas and Spotify provided the AC/DC anthem “Highway to Hell”, the bloody thing is psycho-telekinetic.
Zipped past the Death Valley turn off. Tick off the bucket list.
In an absolute cock-up the dash cam failed. So I have none of the vision until Boulder City. Bugger.
Toured the Lake Meade reserve. Being from a family of broad acre irrigated farmers, dams are a bred-in fascination of mine and Hoover is a good-un. Hoover is a monsterous, improbable human achievement, but I reckon one of the key reasons how they built it under budget because they scrimped on the reclamation. Every boulder must be exactly where Frank Crowe left it.
Made first use of my “America the Beautiful” National Parks card, thank you @Ludovic
Next stop Kayenta for a couple of days at the canyon.