I am up at 6:00, hurriedly dress, and dash into the gas station mini mart and grab a cup of coffee and ask about traffic. The sweet clerk answers my query about the best time to go through and she says not to wait, this is a pretty good time, but there’s already been a couple of accidents.
I won’t say much about the traffic except OMG! Crazy fast drivers!! I stayed at the speed limit and still they flew past. The dogs, who are not used to vehicles whizzing by on both sides of the van are a bit freaked out, but were darn good considering. Once out of Vegas we were mostly on two-lane, two-way traffic for the rest of the trip; rolling tarmac that made the stomach lurch and the head a bit dizzy.
Fueling up in Parker and letting the dogs out to potty we then took the hop, skip, and jump into Quartzsite. And the directions I had were coming in from I-10. We came in on 95. Not wanting to drive all over a strange town (even though it’s small) trying to find the turnoff that isn’t named I stopped at a laundromat to see if anyone was headed to the RTR (Rubber Tramp Rendezvous). No luck with the first lady I approached.
The gentleman I approached who was outside his tiny RV didn’t know either, but he looked at the map I had and gave me directions from “the bridge” (overpass) all the while peppering his directions with, “It’s out in the middle of the desert. There’s nothing to do,” and trying to convince me I should stay in town. “There’s nothing there, sweetheart” he says, yet again, and slyly tells me he’s staying in the Desert Rose Park. All righty then, I think I will move along now. Thanks for the directions, I do appreciate it, but I’ll just head on out to the desert.