It’s Vegas – Baby

Our crazy excursion from Alaska to Nevada was meant to be.  Every door we went through on our way here shut as soon as we passed.  Anchorage shut down right after we left.  Seattle airport was quite empty for 5:00 a.m.  The plane to Las Vegas only had  48 passengers with a capacity of over 200.  Las Vegas shut down their airport the day after we arrived except for people coming home.  Canada shut their border two days after our arrival. 

We picked up our new trailer at Blue Dog RV on Tuesday.  We had about 3 hours to move everything from the Crusader into the Solitude which for now I’m calling Goshen.  Let me just say that without my son and his girlfriend, we could never have accomplished the overwhelming task.  The next day the dealership closed except for phone calls which doesn’t help much for an issue with a broken drawer.   

We’re staying for the next month at the Las Vegas RV Resort on Nellis.  All amenities like the clubhouse and pool are closed.  One person at a time may enter the office.  And, like everywhere else, toilet paper, paper towels, flour and sugar are non-existent.  The worst part of this mess is that we have moved into a new ‘home’ and had no food.  We have no need to stock up, just buy food.  We had some toilet paper and paper towels hidden in the trailer.   I found sugar on one of my adventures.  Flour?  Not to be found in Albertsons, Trader Joes, Sprouts or Whole Foods. 

So, it’s Vegas, baby!  Right?  Not this time.  We won’t be enjoying all the activities we had planned with our son and his girlfriend: zip-lining, hot air balloon ride, going up the Eiffel Tower in Paris, riding a gondola, and the rest of the experience that is The Strip.  All of the casinos are closed, all of the hotels are closed, and all of the restaurants, too.  

Our little resort is just off Flamingo which goes directly to the Flamingo on The Strip.  My husband and I decided to take a little detour on the way to our son’s house to take pictures of this unprecedented event – the ghost town of Vegas.  For those who have been here and know this city, note the number of vehicles on The Strip,  the empty parking lots, the vacant sidewalks, and the missing fountains at the Bellagio.  In fact, without all of the normal activity, The Strip is also silent.

Yes, this is Vegas, baby.  We know we’re supposed to be here – for now.  What God’s plan for us after our month is up, we have no clue.  We had to cancel plans with our other son and his wife to go Jeepin’ in Moab.  We have no idea if our reservations at Cherry Creek State Park and the KOA in Fort Collins will be honored.  At some point, we need to head north to Alaska for the summer, but we don’t know when the border to Canada will be open.  Yes, this nomadic life is always an adventure, but now is also challenging when we need to be able to find a place to park a rather large 5th wheel. Any suggestions?

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