What happens on the way to Vegas…
As I had posted earlier, I was preparing for a trip to Las Vegas as my husband James was going to compete at the Barbershop Harmony Society’s International Championship at the MGM Grand.
After weeks of preparation, saving, packing and all that goes with an extended trip, I thought I was ready to go. But no amount of weighing my baggage, double-checking my flight documents and checking in with my puppy-sitter was going to help with what happened.
The plan was this: Take two-and-a-half days to drive out to Las Vegas with my in-laws and fly back home so that my hubby and I could volunteer at Uncle Dave Macon Days, which was only a couple days after the end of the contest.
We were going to drive from Nashville, where we dropped off our car, to Oklahoma City on day one, and then to Phoenix on day two. In between we were going to take James’ dad to the airport in Albuquerque since he needed to be in Vegas a day ahead of us — he’s on the convention team and helps backstage at the contest.
Once in Phoenix, we would be picking up my sister-in-law Katie and her boyfriend Dan, who had flown out early to visit his grandmother in Arizona.
Yes, this is a convoluted plan, but it is typical of traveling with my husband’s family.
Anyway, none of that is really important when you consider that while stopping for breakfast at Hardee’s in Nashville the air conditioning in my in-law’s car goes out. Freon goes spewing in a fine mist out from under the hood.
Rather than go pick up our car, which is only a few miles away, “we” opt to pick up some Freon and continue on our way.
It rained from Arkansas on. That meant we had the windows up. It was steamy, uncomfortable, and made for a long day. I was ready for a shower and the cool sheets in the hotel room in Oklahoma City.
We left early the next morning to travel during the cooler morning hours. Good idea. And it wasn’t so bad until mid-day. But once we got to the desert, well, it was miserable. Even with the windows down it was ridiculously hot. All I could imagine were covered wagons crossing the country with women in petticoats and layers of clothes while I was dying in a tank top and inhaling water and PowerAde.
Luckily, in between trading off driving shifts, I slept quite a bit of the trip on day two. Even after picking up Katie and Dan that evening, I was too worn out to really care about being “sardined” into a small SUV with five adults.
On a positive note, the stars in the desert are really breathtaking.
As you can imagine, we were all a bit harried the next morning, and we didn’t leave as early, so the mid-day temperatures were upon our car sooner than the day before. I thought miserable was steamy and hot, but I was wrong. The air was arid, dusty, and there was nothing to look at for miles but cacti forestry. That was truly amazing: the hundreds of cacti across the sandy terrain.
Ever played the video game “Red Dead Redemption”? Yeah, it looked exactly like that area of Mexico.
By the time we did make it to Las Vegas, we were ready to kill each other, half-way delirious from dehydration, and exhausted easily from even attempting easy tasks like showering or eating.
Think a nice scenic drive through the Southwest would make a good bucket list item? I wouldn’t recommend it. Well, unless you have air conditioning anyway.
But the rest of the trip was exciting, even when I took a spill from falling on water in the elevator corridor at the Luxor. Apparently someone didn’t dry off too well after leaving the pool, so I ended up having a decidedly artistic bruise on my hip and behind.
Still, my husband’s chorus finished 7th place in the world, so I’m pretty proud of him and the rest of the guys in Music City Chorus.
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