These are the Kelso Dunes, in the middle of nowhere. Scrub desert for miles around, then these huge dunes.
The Kelso Depot ... apparently, years ago this was an important train stop, with 1500 people living there. Steam engine trains needed to stop here for water. No more steam engines, and the town turned into a ghost town. The depot was going to be torn down, but it is now the visitor's center for the Mojave Preserve.
Kelso ghost town pics ...
I saw more Joshua trees than I've ever seen before ...
We got to Vegas, I drove Michael around to show him everything, then we went to our hotel. When we arrived, our room wasn't ready, so we got a free upgrade into a tower room. The room was very nice ... huge tub, couch and coffee table, nice view of the strip ... and mirrors on the ceiling!
There was certainly some creepiness associated with that. Especially when I couldn't sleep, and found myself staring at my reflection for hours.
The whole reason I went to Las Vegas was to see my friends, Tommy and Laudun, get married. I love the two of them ... They've been "Tommy & Laudun" since I met them six years ago, and long before that. I've never before seen a couple who so ought to get married, and even though I wasn't feeling well at all on Saturday, I was so happy to be there.
It was a simple backyard wedding, set up despite impending rain. The bride wore white, the bridesmaids black. The rain let up just a little bit for the ceremony, and in an amazing display of cheesiness, a rainbow appeared just as the ceremony ended.
and she wore converse! The groom's converse were pinstriped.
I planned to take the same route home as I had taken into Vegas, but the rain persisted and the first street I tried to travel was flooded, so we had to go around a bit. I passed a gas station at the Cima Road offramp between Primm and Baker, and found that they will rape you in the desert.
Much further down that road, after negotiating my Scion around rocks and washed out sections of road, we hit the Cima general store. I asked the elderly woman at the counter how many people lived in Cima, and she said "You're looking at it!" She said that as long as she didn't think too much about it, she didn't mind too much. Her nearest neighbors were a couple that worked for the Mojave Preserve, a few miles away.
I dropped off a postcard for stephinextremis at the Cima Post Office (also run by the old lady, i'm assuming) and we got on the road back towards Kelso.
We dodged this storm all the way through the desert ... I have no faith in my car's ability to withstand a flash flood.
We got home eventually ... a long, wonderful drive, and one of the happiest weddings i've ever seen.