Arriving at Lake Mead

Since leaving the Bryce Canyon area, where Moose and I boondocked a single night in the Dixie National Forest, things have been fairly uneventful. A 250 mile drive, spanning two days, resulted in us arriving at our destination of Lake Mead where we met up with a few other RVers to hang out for an undetermined amount of time.

We got our first south-west sunset of the trip last night, treated out to a airstream-cooked potato and root soup, then finished the night off by going into Las Vegas to see a movie (John Wick) with the guys. I had forgotten that this part of the country lives on Pacific time, so my 11pm Mountain Time return to the van was exhausting. Luckily, it was followed by a great night’s sleep in 50 degree overnight temps.

Our  first task was to scout the area with Moose and find an easy way to get to the water so we can test Moose’s new life preserver later in the week. Even though it takes a bit more of a hike to get to the water then our previous visit, once again Big Blue’s size (or lack there of) allows me to get a little further “out there” then the big RVs. I could get within a few dozen yards of the water, but that just means I would have to hike up to the others to socialize every day.

This morning is the first time in a long while I removed my window coverings, let the air flow through Big Blue, and completed some work with a spectacular view over my desk space. Out one side of the van is Lake Mead, and the other side is a view of the Airsteam camp above us.