After Hawthorne we got back on the road. After about an hour on the road, nature was calling so we pulled over in what was clearly an abandoned truck stop/roadside motel. The area it self was stationed at a highway crossroads. Highway 95 stopped and you were forced to continue on to highway 6 either east or west. There were several buildings not far from the highway. One building was clearly (at one time) the owners house, then two or three buildings made in to a L-shape which would be small motel rooms. Along with a gas pump.
The glass in the windows were busted out many years ago. Some doorways still had a functioning doors, and some did not. There was broken glass beer bottles and mangled beer cans strewn about the property. A quick glance inside the windows of the "motel" showed some still had furniture; a couch in one unit, some times a chair, or lawn chairs, one even had a mattress. I also saw a tin drum that had obviously been used for a bonfire. At that point I realized this is where people come to party.
I took a few pictures of the outside buildings. I so desperately wanted to go in to the motel and old house to take some pics, but I just got a weird vibe from the place. Not like someone was hiding and watching me, but just a feeling of going inside would be a bad idea. The wind was blowing pretty good and the sound of trucks and cars going by would make my screams go unheard.
This side of the motel was facing the highway. I hope Steve + Jon are living happily ever after.
You too, Ed and Melody.
I think the was the house. I was too creeped out to get closer
NOGZ?
The front of the motel that was facing the highway
A shack? Maybe guest house??
Upon doing some research, I found out this area is a ghost town and is called Coledale. I found a blog that has some pictures and a light history on Coledale. The article was written in 2008, but he states the pictures were taken in 2002. Since then the restaurant has been torn down. Or burned down. Which ever the case may be, it's no longer there.
The above two pictures show what happens when a rain storm hits the desert. The heavy rains cause a mud slide to come down from the mountains and wash over the road. The ruts show the path of the water. This part of the highway was down to one lane because a road crew was scraping mud off the highway. Fortunately, there didn't appear to be any indications of a car accident/pile up over night during the mudslide.
"Yeah, take First Street all the way up. I'm the first trailer on the left. Ya can't miss me."
This is Tonopah. Once we hit this town, it was all down hill. A little like the home stretch, if you will. It's a town really rich in history, as are most old mining towns.
These two pictures were taken in Goldfield. Another town with a very long history. Goldfield is listed as a ghost town, but it still has a small population and some business'.
The Goldfield Hotel
Soooo close!!
This picture was taken from inside a Chevron station. When I saw this, I knew we were close to Vegas.
I was right!!
We pulled in to Vegas around 5 pm. Prime rush hour. In all the confusion we got on I-10 instead of continuing on the 95. The exit Google maps advised me to take was closed to due a seven-car pile up. So we took the scenic route to our hotel.
Unfortunately, we were unable to stay in Vegas do to the hotel misunderstanding our vehicle situation. I was upset I wouldn't get to stay in Vegas, but I figured if this is the worst that will happen on our trip, we're doing fine.
We ended up staying in Boulder City at the Railroad Pass Hotel Casino. The weekend we were there, the hotel was celebrating it's 80th anniversary. It was busy, but we were able to get a room, a shower, and a hot meal. We gambled a little bit, but we were both pretty tired so we called it an early night.
You would think sitting in a car all day wouldn't be exhausting, but it is!!
Our view from the highway the next morning
FIRST sign to say Phoenix!!
Arizona was much like Nevada. Except more hills, rock formations, and a bit more greenery.
I didn't take many pictures through Arizona. Most of the highway seemed to be carved out of a mountain or rock, so there wasn't much to see.
There were quite a few areas where it was clear a housing development was being built, but then fell victim to the economy. A few cities scattered about. Indian Reservations. Pretty much what I expected to see.
Finally, we made it in to Phoenix.
I've been here for about three months now.
I've adjusted well so far, my husband may say different, but no one asked him.
I still think pumping my own gas is stupid. And sales tax throws me off. I always think the cashier is trying to rip me off until I remember about the tax.
It's hotter than Hell in the summer, but so far the fall has been fairly mild.
I'm learning my way around, and God bless google maps.
I've learned telling people you're new to town is an excellent conversation starter. I've also learned that I don't think anyone in Phoenix is from Phoenix. It helps when people can identify with how you feel about moving to a new city.
We've already found a few restaurants that we love.
All in all, it's going well.
That being said, I still miss Portland beyond words sometimes, though. It was my home for 27 years! But, I remind myself Portland isn't going any where and it'll be just as weird as it's always been.
Palm trees help the adjustment period.
So does a glass of champagne.
Cheers!
