FRIDAY 24TH - WHERE THE HELL IS BARSTOW?

For those who don't know, Barstow is about half way between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. It is about the spot where the city freeway becomes a country highway and one can start to relax.

 

We were told that we could pick up our motorhome by arranged appointment from 1:00pm onwards so I had been ringing from home to try and get the earliest possible appointment but, as it turned out, there is a Burning Man festival on, whatever that may be, and motorhomes were in great demand for this weekend so, they started collections at 8:00am and we got almost the first appointment so we are at Barstow somewhat earlier than expected. The shopping is done, the cellar is stocked and so the adventure begins.

The drive out of LA could only be described as frenetic as we trundled along at truck like speed but our trusty little GPS did its job and kept us on track.

We are now at the Shady Lane R V Park in Barstow, shady by name and shady by nature, but not quite as bad as the Mudgeeraba Caravan Park. The manager was pleasant enough. We can't hear the freeway traffic and everything works including the wi fi and, most importantly, the air conditioning given that we are connected to power. It's claim to fame is that it has trees and a little shade, a very rare commodity around here.

And yes, that is a drive in movie theatre in the distance. We can't tell whether it still operates but the sign on the gate says that it shows movies seven nights a week so presumably it does.

Tomorrow we head for Las Vegas, three hours up the road and after that, the interesting stuff, the national parks.