Until we reached the stretch of road between Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. And then trip got real, real boring.
How boring? Well we’d been on the road for 5 days already and this was when I started taking pictures of my feet just to pass the time. This was when we started seeing road signs which, rather than assuring you that a rest stop and a town were on the horizon, just read “NO SERVICES 138 MILES.” This was when I realized that despite the fact that I’m an introvert, I need society and civilization…and gas station bathrooms.
So I’m going to spare you that part of the trip, and the 200 photos I took of the same beige. expansive. nothingness. And my feet.
And so we drove straight on to the next nearest city on the map: Las Vegas. Paul and I had both been to Vegas before and were pretty tired from hours and days of driving, so we kept our stay very low-key. However, there was ONE spot I absolutely knew I had to visit; the Neon Boneyard is a photographer’s dream. It’s an incredibly cool and often overlooked “museum” that I absolutely recommend!
The next day, we packed up our car and our kitty one last time and drove straight through to Los Angeles, and didn’t stop until we arrived at Santa Monica beach, right at sunset. We hurriedly parked our car, kicked off our shoes, and ran down the beach to the edge of the Pacific Ocean. We were home!
The Santa Monica Pier!