Last day of the Road Trip was back up to LA from Vegas. We hit the freeway and sat back to enjoy the journey.
Stopping at various points of interest to break the journey.
And so back to LAX and a night flight home. I loved my time in the West. The laid back attitude of San Diego, the dramatic landscape of the Grand Canyon and the craziness that is Vegas and everything in between. East Coast is next on the bucket list.
We had a long drive from Arizona to Nevada covering a large part of the Mojave Desert. I loved that barren, hot, dry landscape. We have nothing like it in England.
How can I describe Vegas?- so many sights and sounds. It was alive and vibrant. Bright and loud. Elvis sums it up to perfection:
‘Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire…
We stayed in Fremont at the Golden Nugget. Situated north of the Las Vegas Strip in Downtown Las Vegas, Fremont Street was the city’s actual birthplace, and the Golden Nugget was one of Vegas’s first casinos. It features The Tank a 200,000-gallon shark tank aquarium, which you can take a ride through via its water slide. Unluckily for us this was closed for the season, so we didn’t get that chance.
The free light shows at Fremont Street Experience are a must-see in Las Vegas, involving a variety of light shows with high-resolution imagery and state-of-the-art, 600,000-watt, concert-quality sound. They were fabulous- on the hour, every hour from 6pm with last one at 2am.
So over the next three days I covered most of The Strip. Below is a summary of each resort I went to, starting with New York, New York, my favourite.
Evoking New York in architecture and other aspects, it features downsized replicas of numerous city landmarks such as the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building and Brooklyn Bridge.
Signature attractions are the Big Apple Coasters and Hershey’s Chocolate World. I also loved the Irish pub and other eateries in this resort. I really felt like I was in New York.
Paris was another favourite. ‘Experience everything you love about Paris, right in the heart of the Strip.’ https://www.caesars.com/paris-las-vegas I really felt like I was in Paris- especially hearing the bellboys shouting ‘allez, allez’.
And then there was Caesar’s Palace. One of Las Vegas’s largest and best known landmarks founded in 1966 by Jay Sarno and Stanley Mallin, who sought to create an opulent facility that gave guests a sense of life during the Roman Empire. It is iconically Vegas. And iconically Elvis.
Finally the luxurious and decadent Bellagio with it’s beautiful fountains.
‘Inspired by the villages of Europe, Bellagio Resort & Casino overlooks a Mediterranean-blue lake with fountains performing a magnificent ballet. You’ll discover that when you slow down, the world will rush past you and leave you with a moment all to yourself.’
We were up early the next morning to catch sunrise over the Canyon. Freezing at -10 degrees but I had packed for the cold as well as the temperate climate. It was absolutely worth it. There was a peaceful hush as about forty of us gathered to witness a true wonder of nature.
Grand Canyon National Park, in Arizona, is home to much of the immense Grand Canyon, with its layered bands of red rock revealing millions of years of geological history. As the sun came up I was truly humbled at the greatness of nature.
We drove back to the hotel for hot coffee and pancakes dripping with butter and maple syrup then back out for a helicopter trip over the Canyon.
To quote one of the Canyon’s many information boards
Gazing upon this view, one is struck by the canyon’s vastness. The mind struggles to comprehend it. Try to describe the canyon’s size in words. Try to measure in your mind the canyon’s depth, width, and length. Measurements like 1 mile (1.6 km) deep, 18 miles (29 km) wide, and 277 river miles (446 km) long leave us scratching our heads. Perhaps the best we can do is just feel the canyon’s enormity. Measure yourself up against it. We are minuscule in comparison, but still, through the keen receptivity of our senses, we can appreciate Grand Canyon’s immensity.
Grand Canyon Information Board. Edge of Vastness.
After a spectacular, bucket list experience we boarded the bus and journeyed on down to Las Vegas, our final destination. I was excited to see that it covered part of Route 66.
The romance of Route 66 continues to captivate people around the world. Starting in Chicago and ending in Los Angeles, “over two thousand miles all the way” in the words of the popular R&B anthem, this legendary old road passes through the heart of the United States on a diagonal trip that takes in some of the country’s most archetypal roadside scenes. If you’re looking for great displays of neon signs, rusty middle-of-nowhere truck stops, or kitschy Americana, do as the song says and “get your kicks on Route 66.”
The iconic American highway would’ve faded into a distant memory of a bygone era, were it not for the excellent work of Angel Delgadillo.
The passion Americans have for their automobiles is inseparable from the thrill of exploring the open road, visiting villages few have seen, and discovering humble hamlets like Delgadillo’s hometown Seligman, Arizona. Dubbed the “Guardian Angel of Route 66” and the “Mayor of the Mother Road,” the 94-year-old Latino American barber still oversees the Angel & Vilma Delgadillo’s Original Route 66 Gift Shop daily, greeting anyone who comes by to speak with the man who saved Route 66 from the sands of time.
I have that same passion for the open road and discovering new places ‘few have seen’.
The Roadrunner Cafe across the road from the barber shop provided a probably unnecessary, but very nice beer stop:
Beverly Hills was the first stop on day three of the Road Trip.
Home of the rich and famous; the residents value their privacy, so no loitering allowed, the cops will quickly move you on. Apart from this photo shoot spot.
Next stop Hollywood.
Larger-than-life symbol of the entertainment business, but essentially a neighborhood in California; Hollywood.
Bustling and hustling, it was all a bit frantic.
There was the Hollywood Walk of Fame. An historic landmark which consists of more than 2,700 five-pointed terrazzo and brass stars embedded in the sidewalks along 15 blocks of Hollywood Boulevard.
Pink stars on the pavement. Could be seen as distinctly underwhelming, however find your favourite film star/ celebrity and let the nostalgia wash over you. Above is my nostalgia trip from the ones I stumbled across. Impossible to look for specific stars. Never did find Elvis! And below some more memorabilia:
On to Santa Monica and the lovely pier and promenade with its chic restaurants and bars.
From a rock guitar soloist to a crazy Hare Krishna group that walked up and down singing loudly and cutting across everything else and the noises of the funfair, the pier was a cacophony of sound. I drank it all in then moved to the relative peace of the promenade, walking and absorbing the beautiful coastal views.
Santa Monica is also the historic end of Route 66.
It was a relaxing sight-seeing day. Lunch was a tasty Hotdog (Kraut) at the Santa Monica Farmers Market, a foodies paradise: