Day 64 & 65, Barstow/Calico KOA, Canyon Trail RV Park and the Hoover Dam.

Day 64, Tuesday,August 10.

On the road again, heading towards the Barstow/Calico KOA. We are still in California.

Mile after mile, after mile we pass beautifully manicured tree groves. We didn’t know what was growing on them. Hubby thought some kind of nut. I said some kind of olive.

The touraine was changing the further south we drove but the smoke from the wildfires still affected our views of the mountains.

When you gotta go, you gotta go and it is nice to have your bathroom with you. We drove for two hours and could not find a roadside rest. We saw this pull-over spot large enough for us. We pulled over, used our facilities, gave the pups something to drink and got back on the road. Funny thing, there was a roadside rest 5 miles down the road. Who Knew?

Benji thought it would be fun to sit on the Yeti cooler.

We pull into the Barstow/Calico KOA. The site was a mostly level, gravel site. Again, not a blade of grass to be seen.

Our site has a bench and picnic table. Too hot to sit outside. Is that a peace sign carved out of wood? This is a one night stopover so we did not use the pool or any other amenity.

Day 65, Wednesday ,August 11.

The next morning, we were on the road again. We were finally on a straight, flat road. Hubby was getting a little tired of hills and curve.

We have one night reserved at the Canyon Trail RV Park. Once again, we pull into the wrong road and have to turn around at a dead end road. We were lucky to have a large dirt area where we could make a u-turn. Hubby and i both agreed we would not do this again. We would wait until we see the sign for the RV park in the future.

Again, the office was closed and our reservation was taped to the big window in front of the office. We had already paid for our site when I reserved it so we were good to go find our site. I again got out and walked. I find it easier for me to get out and walk looking for our site than for Hubby to drive around looking for the site.

These sites are 50 by 30 so there was plenty of room to park the Big Boy Truck along side of our rig. Again, no grass to be had. BooBoo is getting used to pooping on rocks and sand.

Right across from our site was the really cool looking cactus.

We take a ride to see the Hoover Dam. Many years ago when I was visiting Las Vegas with my family, we toured the Hoover Dam. Today, we will just drive through. Before we could enter the area, we had to stop at a checkpoint where they asked if we had a weapon. Then they asked to see what was in the back of the truck. We have a cover on the back so Hubby got out and opened it. We had our hitch and sewer hose back there. This area, we were told was a federal facility. The officers were very nice. One of the officers petted BooBoo and thought all three of our pups were cute.

Nevada on one side and Arizona on the other.

From google: Lake Mead hits lowest water levels in history amid severe drought in the West. The water level in the reservoir, which supplies drinking water to millions of people in California, Arizona, Nevada, and part of Mexico, was measured at its lowest level since the lake was created with the damming of the Colorado River in 1935,

My pictures show how much the water levels have dropped.

We drove through the area. Hubby was pretty impressed with everything. We did not park and get out. It was over 100º and the sidewalk was too hot for pup’s feet. We were content looking at everything from the air conditioned Big Boy Truck.

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