To Sell A Van: Part 3

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In roughly five hour stints we would be going from North Dakota down Highway 15 to Las Vegas.

While going through Idaho we stopped at Hell’s Half Acre. We’d been driving through agricultural land and then suddenly were in the middle of an old lava field. It was a very striking difference in terrain, so we stopped for a walk.

Next was Salt Lake City where we stopped to get Mexican food. Unfortunately it sucked. It was bland to the point of being nearly tasteless.

Nice scenery, though.

Next was St. George.

Mormon church.

St. George was a rather interesting place. Claiming to be a “dry” town, all bars and liquor stores only sold beer.

Yeah, I don’t get it either…

Our friend Dave–along for the ride on another one of our crazy adventures– went to the bar and had interesting discussions with the locals. They liked talking to visitors and were very friendly and welcoming. So welcoming that they told you all about how welcoming they are. Everyone is welcome in St. George, not just Mormons! Whites, blacks, natives, Christians, Jews… “But not Muslims. Have you read the Koran? They want to kill us!” (I’m not making that up, this was what they said.)

The next day, leaving a dry Mormon town in a rape van, we were stopped by the police for having expired plates. We had to explain our temporary registration to the officer who declared while trying to understand the forms, “they do things weird in Canada.” Thankfully he was satisfied with the temporary registration forms and let us continue on our way.

From St. George it was on to Las Vegas. And let me tell you, to this day, that was the most beautiful drive we’ve been on. The highway went up and down hills with cliff walls to each side. It was phenomenal and I’m sorry that we don’t have pictures!

So things weren’t so bad, other than dumping 2 to 5 litres of oil into the van every time we fueled up.

We decided to stay two nights in Vegas due to how cheap the hotels were and it was three days before we could drop off the van. And the cheapest place we found to stay?

The Hooters hotel on the strip.

With a baby.

At a booby buffet.

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