Boulder Lakes RV Resort
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... dinner and a show. It has been good to see Vegas as it is a real eye opener to how the other half live. We went to see the show Jersey Boys at the Paris Resort. It was fantastic and again a good ending to our time in America. I thank God for the opportunity to see some more of the world he has created. But there is no place like ...
... There were some easy targets in the front row - a guy in a mullet and sleeveless shirt seated with his wife, who had the same hair as Dee Snyder from Twisted Sister. He had a great time with them! We were seated in the second row, and after he had beaten up everyone in the front row, he noticed Ben and Beth sitting together. He quickly moved in on them, noting how young they obviously were. He asked them if their parents dropped them ...
On the road again for the last big drive. 5 or 6 hours through fairly typical Arizona desert, a stop for coffee and fuel. Half an hour before Las Vegas is Hoover Dam, so we thought we'd have a look. Two security men, one inside the Winnie checked every cupboard, and one outside made me unlock every compartment. Serious security, makes me wonder if they'd received a threat or this was the normal level of security. Once inspected and parked, walked half a mile up ...
Successfully checked in to Caesars Palace our Vegas leg started on a very non-party like note with us searching the local pharmacies for some throat medicine for Tiff as she had decided to get tonsillitis 2 days before heading overseas. We then headed back to the hotel and hit the tables very unsuccessfully but that's Vegas right. Tiff headed down to MAC to get her make up done for the night and I lost some more money on the ...
... on the rides at the top of the tower and see the night time views.
Now we were running much later than intended and so we walked at a brisk pace to the monorail. About halfway there I glanced down and caught a flash of red. It was the backs of Hayley’s ankles now bloodied and ripped apart. We stopped so she could attempt to patch them up with the few plasters we had to hand then off we went again. Eventually we got on the monorail and off at the right stop, and ...