Day Three: Los Angeles, CA (UT-AZ-NV-CA)

The thing that impressed me most about Vegas was the free parking. I rolled in there about two hours after leaving Utah and was riding around the Strip in 110 degree heat looking for a place to park. I finally pulled into the Paris Casino self park, thinking I'd pay out the nose to walk around for a few hours and not gamble. What's this, no attendant? No ticket-taking? What kind of a topsy-turvy world is this?




Just nipped the Northwest corner of Arizona. Hi, Tuck!





Vegas. Park anywhere. IT'S FREE!!






It was no coincidense that the first place I went to was "Paris". So many memories.....



This is the front of the Bellagio. It's hard to express just how enormous this place is. It was a 20 minute walk from one end to the other. Luckily, I found a prostitute to accompany me. They have all sorts of prostitutes in Vegas.



Celine Dion: yup.

That desert purgatory behind me, I hit the road again. Five short hours to the new home.










Thanks for following along, ya'll. More hilarity is on the way.