Motel 6 Barstow
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It's okay.... It's a Motel 6. It did have a refreshing pool.
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... that's not what we did. Instead, we bought a Hot N' Ready pizza, grabbed a cheap bottle of wine, headed back to our room and collapsed while watching reruns of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. We drank the wine out of plastic cups and ate the pizza off of ripped off pieces of the cardboard box. Needless to say, it was a spectacular evening all around.
Religious Billboard Sighting Score Update: Mara- 15, Will- 10
Miles Driven: 2,581
We sought local knowledge and with the temperatures due to hit the 105 degree F in Las Vegas. The thought of possible 115 to 120 in Death Valley was enough to have us decide to give it a miss. Noela and I set of early and Carl and Paola are joining the others a little later.
Looks like the fist part of todays ride will be all high speed interstate until we get to Barstow.
This riding is reasonably uneventful but with the high temps and open desert there is ...
... of hours this time through the Mojave Desert.
It was fascinating with large boulders in places, perhaps placed there when the road was constructed.
Hills of varying sizes as well which surprised me.
Here's me thinking a desert is flat!
Different varieties of cactus growing where not much else can.
Barstow is really a stop over for us, to let Paul relax before the next destination Las Vegas!
... and a water tanker from the mountains through Death Valley. The one way trip took about 10 days, often in temperatures as high as 130 degrees in the summer. The drivers called them all by name and they were all very smart. For example, as the team pulled the wagons around a curve, the chains connecting them would tend to pull into a straight line, which wouldn't allow the team to navigate the ...
... poor excuse for personal hygiene, WRONG. The nomad proceeded to stand up shoving us in the middle and window seats and completely imprisoning us in his stinky bubble! Daaaaamn son! How the hell we're we gonna deal with this **** for 10 hours? In the typically British way of course, we smiled polity, didn't complain and when it all got to much I sprayed copious amounts of Armani aftershave on a tissue and held it over my nose and mouth. Not overly subtle but ...