Two Short Blog Posts On Four Days And Three Nights In Las Vegas, 2

Continuing our brief visit to this heart of American culture...

Strip scene

Paris with Bellagio's fountains; playing

Playing to the andante cantabile in D flat of Rachmaninoff's
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini; I really wanted it to continue
through what the composer called "the creme de menthe" 24th
variation and its astonishingly amusing coda, but, alas, no such
luck; not in Las Vegas

Us at the Bellagio's garden conservatory, just before Vicki was
attacked by the giant hummingbird (she's so sweet...)

Actual real plants, too

Now we don't have to go back to Keukenhof!

Nor Rome

Land is so dear on the Strip this McDoo has only one
one golden arch

Elvis pauses to reflect, maskless, near the Trevi
or some other fountain

All in all, we thought Vegas did a fairly good job
insisting on the COVID-19 protocols; visitors, as
always, somewhat less so...

Two Short Blog Posts On Four Days And Three Nights In Las Vegas: 1

After returning from snowy Montana, we picked up Le Sport, moved back in, and drove it around the environs a bit, to make sure the engine didn't reject the transplanted transmission. Alles in ordnung, so far. Just to be sure, we stayed nearby for a week, casino-docking at the nearby Pauma reservation (also visiting the ritzier Pala and Pechanga tribes, making offerings in their gaming halls, too), and also spending three nights at the popular Dripping Springs National Forest Service campground. Satisfied that there was nothing obviously wrong with the melding of new (re-manufactured) transmission and old engine, we then boldly set forth for Las Vegas and the Circus Circus RV park there, planning on four days and three nights in these familiar digs. 

At the Pauma reservation casino; note snow in mountains

Our encampment at Dripping Springs

We ventured once or twice onto the trails above the campground

And then drove, gingerly, across the desert expanses of
southeastern CA and southern NV to Las Vegas, where what
happens, stays; here, a night-time view from the RV park

Ditto

It was, of course, not our first visit to Las Vegas; here we are in
1995, Vicki and Rachel and Rebecca and myself flanking Morgan,
Rachel's Dallas friend; her dad had just become VP for hotel
operations at Caesar's, and we were there for a week as their
guests; unbelievable luxury and privilege we enjoyed, as the hotel
tried to impress the new VP; I am looking grim because, despite
the fun surroundings, I was in fact unemployed and looking hard
for a new job

Back to the present and moving right along, we dined one
afternoon at the 5-star (seriously) Tacos El Gordo, where the
line always wraps around the building

Extreme socially-distant dining; the greasiest tacos ever, but
the spicy pork was superb; conversation was a bit of challenge

Among the things you can rent in LV are exotic cars; here,

a nice McLaren; next day a Lamborghini SUV (!) was parked 

in the space

Local flora and fauna; among other things you can rent; here,

a girl-on-girl photo shoot

We miss Europe terribly, so it was good to revisit so many past
experiences and places; and laugh

Here, the Bridge of Sighs goes from the casino to the bar

Our ultimate destination, of course, was Paris; we'll always 
have Paris

And diner at Mon Ami Gabi; her traditional steak frites

And my croque madame et frites, enough carbs for the week,
but balanced by a generous and well-made Negroni; both the
frites and the baguette were authentique, we thought

Snowmobiling West Yellowstone, 2021

Q: So what do you when your RV home breaks down and will take a week to fix? 

A: Go snowmobiling in West Yellowstone, of course!

Actually, we had been planning a snowmobiling trip for some time. Vicki, who has always been the driving force in our snowmobile adventures, but rarely the driver, needs a fix every few years. We had sold our former snowmobile back in March of 2016, so it was time. From Escondido, we rented a AWD Jeep and drove to West Yellowstone forthwith. As noted in the previous post, we had already planned to do this trip this week, with motel and snowmobile reservations already in place.

It was a marvelous trip. The 2-day driving from California to Montana and back bookended a week of great weather, great snow and grooming, and sparse company both in town and on the trails. The government and citizens of West Yellowstone pretty rigorously observed relevant Covid-19 protocols, although their tourist/yahoo visitors were not so rigorous. More American exceptionalism; nothing new. Historian Patricia Limerick once observed that about 10% of any population are jerks. In the US, it's about 35%, I'd say. And not just jerks, either.

We stayed at the Day's Inn, enjoying ample nice accommodations, socially-distanced hot breakfasts, and a soothing hot-tub to ourselves after our three day-long rides. Temps were in the single digits over-night, but up into the 30s by the afternoons. Skies were mostly clear every day. Snow levels were fine in the valleys as well as in the high country. Trail grooming from West Yellowstone and from Island Park, ID, is done almost nightly, and on several occasions we were clearly the first to hit an extra virgin, cold-pressed trail. In this snowmobiling mecca, trail signage is excellent, and one is never out of cell-phone range. 

We were five full days in West Yellowstone, three on the trail, two resting back in town. Our snowmobile rentals were from High Mark and Yellowstone Adventures, both four-cycle Ski-Doo Grand Touring machines, two-ups (two seats), 900cc and 600cc respectively. We've been dealing with Yellowstone Adventures since the turn of the century, first rentals, later actually buying one of their lightly-used four-cycle 1000cc Ski-Doos in 2003, and having it serviced by them periodically. The only downer was the expected fatigue and soreness resulting from hours on the sleds. But at our age, fatigue and soreness are expected from almost any activity.

West Yellowstone street scene; all the streets are kept snow-
covered, except for the two highways that intersect: US 20
and US 287

First day out, first picture

Heading for Two Top, a perennial favorite

Winter Wonderland, what Vicki likes most, en route to Two Top

Tetons in the distance (magnified)

Atop Two Top; as high as the trail goes

The top of Two Top; we learned in 2003 not to take a heavy
two-up off the groomed trail

Panning around

Another view of the trail and the Tetons

Us on Two Top

Vicki in a cold but happy place

Looking toward Yellowstone country

Big Spring

In Island Park, a pretty good indication of the snow level

Extra virgin, cold-pressed freshly groomed trail

Me, drinking to that; unfortunately it was just 
black coffee

Another day, heading for Mesa Falls, Tetons again, from Idaho

Thus, Lower Falls

Up closer

Along Henry's Fork (of the Snake River)(which issues from 
Henry's Lake): Henry's Swan

Headed for Lion's Head...behold! we are on the Continental

Divide Trail...our favorite snowmobile adventures were on the

CDT, a hundred or so miles east of here, in Wyoming; too

high and isolated for us nowadays; plus no one would rent a

two-up for solo use

Looking toward Lion's Head

Looking out across Lake Hegben; not our tracks

Looking back toward Yellowstone

Extremely thin ice on Lake Hegben; note bevy of extremely
noisy swans...

We didn't get into the Park this time (we would have had to
make reservations in 2017) nor did we encounter any bison 

But we did encounter this critter, not 200 feet from town, which
we like to think was a wolf; but more likely a coyote

To see a couple dozen more such posts, just enter "snowmobiling" in the side-bar search box.

Not In Mission Bay Anymore

February 24th was an eventful day. We decamped and drove to Oceanside harbor for a pleasant lunch with Vicki's brother Bob and his wife Beth. When we began to pull out of the parking lot--very long story short--our camper's transmission failed, utterly. I managed to coax the camper into a parking space while Vicki desperately called Bob to return and take us to our 2:30 and 2:45 appointments for our second Moderna vaccinations. It would have been a really bad day had we missed those! Meantime, I called Europarts San Diego, from whom we have been buying Sprinter parts for perhaps a decade, and asked their recommendation of a shop that knows Sprinters, near Oceanside. The vehicle was undriveable. 

After spending the night where we were parked, with police permission, the tow truck took us to Big Red's Performance Auto, in Escondido. There, all the scans indicated transmission, and, even after erasing the various error codes, a test drive indicated slipping between gears and no shift beyond 3rd gear. Prognosis: new (rebuilt) transmission, which would take perhaps a week to acquire and install. 

We were not happy campers. But, as Vicki observed, it is a common Sprinter malady, ours is a 15 year old vehicle, and we do budget for (minor) catastrophes. And, as catastrophes go, it was a fortuitous one. We had already planned on putting the camper in storage the next day and driving a rental car to West Yellowstone for a week's snowmobiling; and had already reserved snowmobiles and motel rooms. So, we just left the camper with Big Red (rent-free), rented an AWD Jeep, unpacked and repacked, and set forth, much poorer and not wiser, but still very lucky, for our old sledding grounds in Montana.

A scene I've been dreading, for decades...

Moonrise over Barstow, CA

Entering Nevada; of course

Definitely not in San Diego anymore; northern Utah

Now on route 20, Idaho, nearing West Yellowstone