Showing posts with label Lake Mead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lake Mead. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2015

WE GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS…

Before leaving Yuma, we call some friends in Las Vegas.  They have a rustic cabin near the West Rim of the Grand Canyon, and invite us to join them. 

Joshua Tree National Forest

We turn off onto the dirt road that leads up to their place, and are immediately in the  Joshua Tree National Forest; Acres of huge Joshua Trees, more impressive than Joshua Tree National Park.  A few miles outside of the national forest up we arrive at their place. Our amazing friends have trimmed brush along the road so Dave is spared some Arizona pin striping and cleared a spot for Dimples on the hillside below their cabin.

View From The Door
We originally plan to stay only a few days, but our friends convince us to stay longer.  We have cell service with data, plenty of power with our solar and generator, and they have a well and we can fill our water tank, but dumping is a problem.  Our macerator can pump uphill from our site to their septic, but our hose is ten feet too short.  We find an extension hose on-line at camping world.  It’s even on sale.  But the fastest shipping available is 7-10 days.  Our friend devises a solution, 10 feet of PVC pipe gorilla taped to the macerator hose. 

Sunset
So with our MacGyver sewer solution we ultimately spend 8 days here, hanging out with our friends and their colorful neighbors, sharing meals, watching sunsets, hiking a bit and drinking a bit (ok A LOT.) Thanks S & B for a great start to this summer!

West Rim - Grand Canyon
We also venture off the mountain a couple of times.  Drive up to the Skywalk at the Hualapai Indian Reservation but opt not to do the walk. ($75 each and no camera’s allowed… too much and no point.)  On our way back we stop at the western town.  Looks like a movie set decorated in rust and calico.  There are a few shops, a restaurant, horseback rides and Native Americans dressed like cowboys posing with Asian tourists brandishing rifles and six shooters.  On the road in there was a sign that says, “This Is A Fee Area.”  We ask and no one seems to know how much.  We’re hungry and head to the restaurant and ask them about the entry fee, they don’t know either.  So we order lunch.  Since this is the western town it’s BBQ ribs, beans and corn on the cob.   When we get back up the mountain, we check out the Skywalk Website.  Turns out the protocol here is to buy tickets at the main tent, and take a bus to three sites, including the western town, which is outside the main gate. OOPS! Shouldn’t $33 for a marginal lunch cover the price of admission to one site?


Pearce Ferry
South Cove
Lake Mead is nearby.  We head first to the Pearce Ferry Landing Park.  The boat launch here is closed because there’s no lake here anymore, just sagebrush growing where folks were swimming last summer.  At the South Cove boat ramp, the water is so low that the dock is pushed out as far as possible and only half of it is afloat.  Water levels in the lake are at historic lows.  And so the drought continues…

New Valve Stems
As we’re getting ready to leave, we notice that Dimples has a flat tire.  The leak is coming from the valve stem.  Chris uses our handy dandy portable pump to fill up the tire and we are able to get down the mountain and change the tire in a level shaded spot at a service station along the highway.  Turns out that the vibration from the remote tire sensors is wearing on the valve stems. (Probably the cause of our last flat.)  Once we get to Overton, we have all of the valve stems replaced with metal ones.  Now were ready for the wilds of Southern Utah!


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

THANKSGIVING IN VEGAS…. IT’S ALL ABOUT THE FOOD!



We dash across Arizona and stop in Nevada at Lake Mead.  We get a spot right on the lake at the LakeMead RV Village. This is a full hook-up park in the National Recreation area with limited WIFI and stunning views.  It’s the perfect place to sit in the sun and just chill with no agenda or pressing engagements.

For Thanksgiving dinner we research the plethora of dining options and ultimately make a reservation at the Fix at the Bellagio.  We are so NOT disappointed.  We start off with a yellowtail sashimi appetizer and a couple of glasses of Chandon.  The thin slices of fresh seafood are topped with jalapenos, cilantro and a drizzle of yuzu.  (YUM)  We opt for the traditional turkey dinner, which is tradition on steroids. The plates are loaded with dark meat comfit and piled high with thick slices of perfectly prepared white meat; a cibatta stuffing and giblet gravy complete the plates. The accompanying sides of: garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potato puree and Brussels sprouts braised in bacon are simply wonderful. We enjoy glasses of pinot noir and linger over dinner.  Desert is a lovely bread pudding with vanilla bean ice cream.  We top off the meal with espresso martinis.  All in all this is one of the best thanksgiving meals we can remember.  There are also enough leftovers to bring home and we feast on fat turkey sandwiches with all the “fixins” the next day.
 
We avoid black Friday and spend the day hanging out by the lake.  But on Saturday we venture out and do a little shopping.  We pick up some low voltage connectors at the Bass Pro Shop and we stop at Camping World to get some replacement tire sensors for Dimples.  After this boring fixit shopping we head to the Town Square and enjoy some real retail therapy.  

After all this urban hiking, we are parched and hungry.  The last time we were in Vegas, we enjoyed a great meal at Texas deBrazil so we head over and arrived about 45 minutes before they open for dinner.  However, the bar is open so we opt to rest our weary shoppers feet and enjoy some adult beverages.  The pours are generous and we sip and talk until our table is ready.  Texas de Brazil has a unique twist on the buffet.  We start at the salad bar, which is loaded with every imaginable topping – we’re talking prosciutto, hearts of palm, salmon, roasted veggies and on and on… taking only one small portion of most – we end up with overflowing plates that look like platters of antipasti for a family feast.  Once reseated, handsome young men with swords of skewered meats stop by our table to slice off tender portions of roasted beef, pork, chicken, lamb and sausages.  Our favorites are the roasted lamb and the lamb chops. (The chops are simply to die for!) Our server Thiago and his assistant Suelen are attentive and keep our wine and water glasses filed.  We enjoy talking to them.  The General manager, David Parra stops by our table a couple of times and we enjoy his easy nature and gracious brand of hospitality.  Dave and Dimples tip: stop by Texas de Brazil at the Town Square center next time you’re in Las Vegas, and enjoy a truly tasty experience.

Somehow this week lends itself to just relaxing and doing very little. Our friend Brandy Erickson, (resident of Las Vegas with the distinction of being a Milliner for Cirque de Soleil) rides out to Lake Mead on her Harley. She brings us a bottle Almond Champagne that we share while admiring the views.  We have a great time catching up.  We also meet up with her on Fremont Street another day and have fun hanging out. This reminds us of how much we really do miss our friends.

Our next destination is Death Valley, and having first hand experience as to the lack of decent foraging in most national parks, we stop in Boulder City at the City Market. Their butcher shop reminds us of Taylor’s back in Sacramento. So we stock up, and get ready for some more warm weather adventures.