Wednesday, March 11
“Well, Bridge. Do you think Reggie’s ready for his first adventure?”
The afternoon is pleasantly cool in the 70s as we board the Perfect Tow Vehicle and leave our camp at Las Vegas Bay Campground, Lake Mead, Nevada. We take scenic Northshore Drive on our way to Valley of Fire State Park, northeast of Las Vegas.
Ever-curious Reggie hops into the passenger seat, his face toward the window. Not possessing a very long attention span, he hops out of the passenger seat with the intention of climbing into my lap. He tries to wiggle under my arm.
After a morning of activity beginning in the pre-dawn hours, I’m hopeful the ride will lull motor-baby into a nap.
Even though I expect it, I’m surprised by how quickly we move from the populated area of Vegas to vast and wild landscape. Evidence of massive rock upheavals, bends, and shifts attract my eyes at every turn in the road.
(Later, back at camp, I look at my Nevada Benchmark atlas. I think this is called Bowl of Fire with the Muddy Mountains beyond.)
I look around in wonder at the scenery floating by.
Recently while exploring the southern end of Lake Mead near our campground, I noticed that the newer signs do not refer to Las Vegas Bay, calling it instead, Las Vegas Wash.
I assume this is because the bay no longer exists.
With the receding shoreline I imagine the “bays” on the west side of the lake are gone or nearly gone.
Bridget and Reggie, having slept for several miles, awaken with eagerness to get out. I pull into a picnic area. This looks interesting and the sun is coming through . . . . .
As I apply the brakes, yips of canine delight emanate from the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
“Okay, okay…. Let me get my camera.”
I set them both on the pavement.
Reggie pulls on the leash. Bridget twirls around excitedly. I sling the camera around my neck.
“Now we can go . . . . ”
They speak another language — a Scandinavian tongue perhaps? One uses the word “picnic,” and the sound of the word amuses them. Different voices say “pick nick” interspersed with laughter. They choose a table under a shelter. How different this landscape must be from their home!
Reggie is thrilled at this adventure.
He’s so excited that he scratches the dirt, stretches, and contorts his body in silly ways.
(See left side of the next photo.) I hear the word “cute.”
“Oh yes, very!” I call back. I lead the crew over to their table.
They fuss over the crew and we chat. I learn they are from Canada on a week’s vacation.
“Oh, you only have a week?” I exclaim. “There’s so much to see.”
“We come to the states every year,” the daughter explains. “We’re from Alberta and Ontario. My sister was with us. She had to go home yesterday.”
The mother adds, “We could’ve taken Interstate-15, but we heard this is the best way to go to the state park. It’s a beautiful drive.”
“It certainly is,” I agree.
I wish them a safe trip home.
Reggie continues his sniffing and leg-lifting. Bridget and I take a breather. I sit on the ground to take the next photo. Reggie sees me, runs over, wraps his leash around me, and jumps on my back. I snap the photo of Bridge.
“Bridget, you are such a good girl. I think our Reggie likes adventures!”
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