One thing that I’m very glad Stephen and I have in common is an interest in road trips. It’s become a routine that we try to work into every stateside visit we share together, and I hope it continues. When my sister and I were little and went on road trips with my mom and dad, they’d always try to make a few stops to see some really weird roadside attractions — some of the few I can recall were The Roy Rogers & Dale Evans Museum (now closed) in Victorville, California, The Garden of Eden in Lucas, Kansas, and The Muffler Men, in various locations throughout the U.S.
At the time, I’m sure I didn’t care much about doing this (I just wanted to reach our final destination) but I think it’s something that rubbed off on me. I truly love it now. It’s a quirk I love about America, and I like to remind myself of that when I’m feeling sad about contemporary issues related to America in particular. Still, there are so many things to love about America, and the random, bizarre things you can find on road trips will forever be a highlight for me. I just think to myself, “How do people come up with this shit?!”. In the best way possible of course…
We flew into Las Vegas this time around, and drove to Denver from there. Here’s what we saw along way:
Neon Museum, Las Vegas, NV:
Seven Magic Mountains, Las Vegas, NV:
Ghost town in Nelson, NV:
Somewhere off of a nondescript highway: