On the way home!

Yep, that’s my route home. All 4545 miles of it.
Highlight points:
1) Las Vegas
2) Hoover Dam
3) Zion National Park
4) Bonneville Salt Flats
5) Mt. Rushmore
6) Chimney Rock (Oregon Trail what what)
7) Boulder Co.
8) World’s Biggest Ball of Twine
9) Field of Dreams
10) St. Louis
11) HOME
The first stretch was from Pismo Beach to Las Vegas, where I had a room in the Luxor. The hotel really is beautiful, and other than the Bellagio, it’s the best I’ve been to on the strip.
Decided to play some table games and settled on Blackjack. I watched this Irish guy play two hands. First hand he dropped 1000 bucks, max bet, and lost it. Next hand he dropped 800 bucks, split it, doubled down on both splits, won 6400 and walked away. I was like holy fucking christ!
Anyway, I ended up playing for about 2 1/2 hours. All told I ended up 80 bucks richer and got my room comp’ed (another 80 bucks saved) and my meals comp’ed (another 30). Plus I got the fees from my credit card cash out waived (20 bucks). So I came out over 200 dollars richer.
Today I went to the Hoover Dam and Zion National Park, ended up spending a good part of the day in Zion. The Hoover Dam was awesome, but its so damn commercialized now, I couldn’t stand being there long. You can’t even get a decent picture without paying to go on the “tour”. It’s serious bullshit. Zion on the other hand, was absolutely AMAZING. It’s like being on another planet. I didn’t think I would enjoy it all that much because I didn’t have the time or equipment to really hike, but man, even as a drive through it was fabulous.
Then, tonight after dinner, on the way to my stopover in Salt Lake City, I get PULLED BY THE FUCKING Utah Highway Patrol. I was going UNDER the speed limit. So im like WTF when he comes up. He pops me for having a stuck on brake light and no proof of insurance, and FULLY tickets me for both. That son of a bitch. I’ll get both things resolved in the morning, but god what a bitch of a patrol officer.







August 4th, 2005 at 9:04 am
Damn, that officer was fuckin’ FOR REAL. I want to hear about how you take care of something like that - a crappy ticket in a faraway state that you won’t be returning to for a court apperance.
You’re a travelin’ foo’, Tyler. Right on.