Road Trip, Day Eight

WARNING:  This is the 666th blog posting.  It’s about Las Vegas!  Coincidence?  Or are there more sinister things afoot??

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[We left our neighborhood (actually, this is Washington, Utah, but Hurricane, Washington, and St. George pretty much blend together) on this day to give Jeanne and Ken some quiet time to catch up on their cross stitching.  We were going alone to Las Vegas, a place to which Jeanne and Ken would go multiple time with family.]

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[They did advise that the road to Las Vegas (120 miles from St. George) would be among the most scenic on our trip so far as I-15 follows the Virgin River gorge through the Beaver Dam Mountains.]

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[And they were right!  With even better photos on the trip back.]

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[Then we came out of the canyon and soon were able to see Vegas in the distance and the Sheep Mountains.]

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[Now before I go any further, I have to report that . . . ]

Las Vegas, 43 years ago . . .

My first visit was in 1972, I had just been discharged (for good behavior but nary a medal) from the Army and stopped here on the way home.  I was here again sometime in the 80’s, and the place still looked not unlike the following photos.  The original Caesar’s Palace marked the end of The Strip.

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[Grandma and Grandpa Obert met me there.  They were on their annual vacation, March 1972.]

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[Back in the here and now, we weren’t really sure what we wanted to do here.  I just wanted to drive around to see what all the hoopla was about – how much it had changed!  The Super was not beyond going in some place to eat and maybe wagering a bob or two (I’m not a gambler – way too cheap).  After driving up and down The Strip and environs for about an hour, we ultimately determined there is absolutely no public parking anywhere in this city (be aware of that if you go).]

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[So while she drove around, I took pictures.  No need for explanation.  If you’ve ever seen a movie or watched any TV, you already know all these places!  🙂  ]

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[Americana on steroids!!]

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[In a mall parking garage?  Plenty of parking spaces.  Why not?  So we did, and it was perfect.  The Super wanted to dine at the Venetian outside on the canal.  The Venetian was kitty-corner from where we parked.  Luck smiled upon us.  Let’s go for a walk . . . ]

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[The Super is now so happy!!]

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[This was a structure at the mall.  We would dine here momentarily . . . ]

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[The Super is still so happy!!]

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[Even the people who served us here didn’t know what this was?]

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[Walking to the Venetian.  Like the Twin Cities, there are skyways here.  But they are open air . . . but necessary for old people cross multi-laned city streets without becoming hood ornaments.]

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[We entered here into a grand foyer.  There was a huge room ahead, and to the left and right.  Each room was packed with poker tables and each table was packed with poker players.  A hint of tobacco smoke filled the air.  My kind of place – NOT!]

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[We went back outside to the canal, which really is a marvel.  And all the while, here and throughout the trip, I kept asking myself – where are they getting the water?]

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[She wasn’t excited about the outdoor dining at the facility . . . ]

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[So we decided to head back to the mall . . . ]

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[And that’s where we delightfully discovered a Maggiano’s, the No. 1 Italian chain restaurant, out on the mall deck under the “flying saucer,” and with a view of the Venetian.  A little pizza, a little beer, and we were good to go!   🙂   ]

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[A final goodbye to New York, New York, another hour driving through the city, paralleling the freeway but finding no entrances (they don’t want you leave!!), and we were on the scenic drive home.]

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[As I recall, the Howells greeted us with a home-cooked meal upon our return.  🙂  ]

She was so glad to see me go, that I almost have a mind to come again, that she may again have the same pleasure.  ~  Samuel Johnson

Up next:  Day Eight

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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2 Responses to Road Trip, Day Eight

  1. Gretchen says:

    I felt like I went on the trip with you guys. As for all the water in Vegas and wondering where it came from — wasn’t it something about a dam?

  2. Beryl Waldeland says:

    Hey Ruthie and Tom, what a great trip. My friend Bev and I drove back last May from Palm Deaert. We drove through Vegas and stayed in St. George. Loved that drive and then on through Utah and Colorado breathtaking beautiful. Stayed in glenwood Springs and in York NE. Lots of good places to stay in both towns. We drove up 81 to Yankton and over to Sioux Falls. Stayed at a casino just east of downtown SF. But in Iowa. That was nice. Love thinking about your fun driving trip. Hope to see you in May. Beryl and Don

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