We are on the road ... finally. The Wife finished her College Application Camp a little early and, after a quick lunch at Wendy's, we hit the road. It felt good to be on the road and out of the tiny hotel room we were in.
The drive wasn't bad and we didn't hit traffic until Las Vegas. I was hoping to take a picture of the "You Are Leaving California" sign on our way out but there is no such sign. This made the whole leaving California experience a non-event. A little of a letdown. A thought it would affect me more - leaving California after almost 21 years - but it was just another line on the map.
We arrived in Las Vegas five hours later and checked into a hotel on the north-east side of the city. We decided that we weren't interested in staying in a cheap hotel near the strip because, frankly, it would be a cheap hotel near the strip along with all the unsavory characters that those types of hotels attract. Instead we found a cheap hotel a long way from the strip. So far away it doesn't even have slot machines. At least the room is bigger then our last room.
Because Homer is traveling with us (He slept most of the way to Vegas) having a nice, sit-down meal is not possible. Fast food is really the only option. I thing my salt and saturated fats are going through the roof. It's sort of a mini-Super Size Me experiment. By the time we get to Nebraska I'll be fed up with all the crap I've been stuffing my face with.
Tonight I watch Doctor Who and Battlestar Galactica (our hotel has Sci-Fi!). Tomorrow on to Rifle,CO.