As I was approaching the exit of my next home for the coming nights, I saw signs for the Hoover Dam and realized that Lake Mead was the reservoir from the Hoover Dam... I thought I was decent at. U.S. History, but apparently I don't like to remember much of the locations of history. Regardless! It was pretty cool to drive over and toward camp. After a nice 45 minute slow ride on washboard roads, we found a perfect spot with a view of the lake.
Despite living in the trailer for about 9 months, it is proving to be extremely different living on the road in the trailer. I am still learning everything that my rig and truck can really do and what their limits are. We met our match in the sand and rocks at Lake Mead. Initially the ground was pretty hard, but quickly turned soft when pulling off to our spot. I was able to maneuver The Tank (my rig finally told me their name) so I could have my largest window facing the lake. As I began to move The Tank into a more leveled area, I heard the metal on the bottom of Tommy (my truck wanted a name too) scrape and stop on a large boulder that exposed itself from the sand. There have been issues with The Tank, but Tommy has been reliable and a good truck so this moment of panic shot through my entire body. After hopping out and assessing the situation, it sounded much worse than it was and I was able to get off the rock with a little punch in 4WD. PHEW!
Camp was set up and it was time to enjoy the sunshine. Dobby and I stayed at Lake Mead for about 4 nights. We were able to wake up to some donkeys each morning as they strolled by for their morning sips water. I decided to extend our stay a couple of nights because the weather was heating up to the mid and high 80's, and I wanted to stay near water to keep cool. I packed up a backpack each day and hiked to a more secluded area on the lake to read and swim while puffing on a joint. It was beautiful. Unfortunately what was NOT very beautiful in the Lake Mead area, and southern Nevada in general, is people seem to really not give a single fuck about TRASH. It's extremely disappointing to be looking at the blue water and see a giant empty buzz ball riding some waves. Especially with the state of this country, I would've hoped to see our community of humans try a little harder to keep Mother Nature clean from our toxic behaviors. That being said, wherever you are, throw away your trash. It is not hard.
After our stay it was time to pack up and continue south! Between each place I visit, I try to find a city to have a "reset" day. These are days that I can get a shower, a workout in, some groceries, gas, and dump and fill the trailer. For the reset, I stopped in Flagstaff from Lake Mead and was able to find a place to wash Dobby to get his dusty self nice and fresh. After his bath it was time for mine and some laundry. We posted up for the night in a parking lot between a strip mall and a movie theater that was right next to the train tracks. Some would say that it was very noisy, but I found some comfort in hearing the train on the tracks.
In the morning it was time to hit the road again and head east! Petrified Forest here I come!
Some pictures from my time in Lake Mead are in the DropBox Link 😎
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