Las Vegas Bay Campground, Lake Mead, at dusk
Sunday, December 4
Today I’m going to get something DONE!
Yesterday, our first day at this camp, Reggie and I don’t go anywhere, even though the cupboard is nearly bare and the dirty laundry is at its extreme limit.
On this blog I’ve touted the philosophy that one should travel with lots of clothing in case a laundromat is not available. I stand by that philosophy.
However, it does have a down side.
It means a procrastinator — such as moi — can end up with an awfully big pile of dirty laundry!
Okay, I’m going to do this. No more stalling.
I spread out the big blue mat in front of the door.
I toss our the comforter, quilt, and shams, two rugs, several towels, and several washcloths. To this I add the hip-high pile of dirty clothes crammed into the closet. I find more in the dresser drawers.
I pull another dirty comforter and quilt out of the Perfect Tow Vehicle and toss them onto the heap of laundry that pretty much covers the entire blue mat.
Let the sorting begin! Good thing we’re the only campers on this loop of the campground!
Later . . . Off to Vegas we go!
We leave Lake Mead Recreation Area and take Lake Mead Boulevard into Vegas. I’m on a serious mission and don’t want to stop for photos. In town, at Nellis Boulevard, we turn left, then right onto Harris Avenue.
Oh, there’s it is . . . .
The laundromat is in a strip shopping mall.
The front is barely wide enough for the word “LAUNDROMAT” from one side to the other.
Uh-oh. We could be here all day waiting for machines to be available . . . .
After giving Reggie a walk-around, I peek inside.
The narrow laundromat extends far to the back with two rows of dryers along one wall, and it goes around a corner at the end where rows and rows of washers are situated. On the way out to get my wash, I count 60 dryers. Just the dryers.
Oh, happy day . . . .
Everyone speaks Spanish.
They smile at me. I smile at them. Later I figure out that my co-launderers are probably Salvadoran.
I fill up one 2-load washer, two 3-load washers, and one 4-load washer . . . . $12 for the washers alone. I’m pleased to find the dryers are efficient. I’m back with Reggie in good time, everything sorted, on hangers or folded, right down to the socks.
Traffic is crazy!
Note to self: Do not go into a city on a Sunday in December.
Christmas has arrived at Wal-Mart! It’s one of those humongous distribution-type Wal-Marts, mostly stuff and not a lot of food. No deli. I grab a few things and get outta’ there. I stop at Smith’s on the way home for the rest of my shopping.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Reggie, waiting all this time. I got a toy for you!”
I hand him Duck L’Orange (to be introduced to y’all at a later date — Stay tuned. Don’t want to miss that!).
I also find a library on Harris Avenue and drop off the DVDs I borrowed from the library in Overton.
Monday, December 5
The view out our door –photo taken late in the day
Our camp at Las Vegas Bay Campground is pleasant in ways that may not be obvious through the photos I’ve posted so far. One thing I particularly like is the directness to our door of the sun’s rays in the early morning.
Having the sun rise directly in front of one’s door may not seem like a big deal.
On cool mornings I can sit in my camp chair that’s set against the side of the Best Little Trailer, facing into the warmth of the sun and with more warmth radiating from the fiberglass behind me, and, believe me, it’s heavenly.
I’m in the Morning Sunshine Chair with Reggie on my lap when two visitors appear around the front of the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
Immediately Reggie’s muscles tighten, preparing to lunge.
I hold the back of his little green jacket to restrain him.
“Never mind, Reggie. They aren’t bothering us.”
He relaxes. Together we observe the doves as they march, in the manner of doves, around and over the blue mat. One perches momentarily on the fire ring and watches us while also soaking up sunshine.
Having two doves visit is another excellent reason for relaxing at camp, rather than hurrying off to somewhere else.
Oh, Las Vegas is fifteen minutes up the road? Sorry, I can’t go. I’m entertaining doves today.
I suppose the lack of hors d’oeuvres is a disappointment for our guests. They make no complaint and leave quietly with the same dignity they displayed when they arrived.
“See, Reg? They’re sweet birds . . . .”
I relax my grip and he leaps off my lap.
Around the back end of the PTV he goes, stops, and lets out one bark. I follow him in time to glimpse the doves, unperturbed, marching at their usual pace, as they disappear behind the oleander bushes.
That’s all for this post!
More excitement to come in the next episode of “RVSue and her canine crew!”
NOTE: How ’bout y’all talk to each other in comments without me butting in? Your conversations are such fun to read. I need to get away from the computer for a bit. Bye for now. — Sue
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