A moment of reflection...

after a week of travel.

No pictures uploaded yet, but i'll sum up thus far:

Day 1: Newbury Park, CA - Rifle, CO


Tried stopping for gas in Las Vegas, after telling myself specifically not to stop, for any reason, in Las Vegas. Worked out about as well as I had thought and was unable to get gas. To be fair, I stopped in way North Las Vegas, on the wrong side of the tracks as it were, and the only gas stations that I could find were cash only pay inside jobs. Not to friendly to receipt requests and california license plates.
Stopped for gas in a town just North of Vegas, which was populated by about 25-30 motorcycles and choppers (there is a difference) which turned to be manned by 25-30 very sunburned but ridiculously happy french men. Apparently it is a big deal to rent/but a bike and cruise route 66, and feel what it is to be a rough and tumble american. Basically priceless, but no videos were taken.
Stopped in Grand Junction to get a place to crash for the night. Instead found 3 booked up hotels, a county fair in the parking lot of the town mall, one angry and misunderstood 30 something, mustached, makeup wearing, country queen. Again, priceless.

Stopped in Parachute to get a place to crash for the night. 2 more booked up motels.

Stopped in Rifle to get a place to crash for the night. Got a room. Went to the room. Hair in the bathtub, towels on the ground, bed unmade, family size dorritos bag on the ground, and bud light cans overflowing out of the trash can.

Back to the desk and onto room #2. Door opens, dark room, both beds populated with sleeping folks. Like a ninja, was able to leave undetected.

Back to the desk. "the girl that worked this afternoon really screwed stuff up". Onto room #3. A family condo with 3 beds and an upstairs area with kitchen. Enormous King bed all for me. Cartoons, and sleep........