Day 4 – Still Las Vegas

Back in Ventura, when we were packing up the rig and getting ready to go, I had to stay awake most of the day to oversee the operation and make sure that all of my supplies were accounted for.  Not that my needs are really that great, but there are a bunch of things that are absolutely essential for my continued well-being.  Like my Meaty Bone cookies, my evening Yummie Chummies, the blue cookie ball (with special cookies), and a bunch of other stuff.  I lost a lot of nap time keeping track of what was going aboard, and making sure nothing was left behind.

Well, I think I’ve caught up on my napping; Las Vegas is that kind of a place for me, ‘cause I don’t really like the hot weather, and I’d prefer to stay in the coach under the air conditioning.  The morning walk, when it’s still relatively cool, is my high point of activity, and I try to make the most of it.  Like, this morning, I told Don that I wanted to go in a different direction from our usual route, to see some territory in the park that I hadn’t investigated so far this trip.  This resulted in a longer than usual walk, but well worth it for the new places that I found suitable for rolling in.  We met a small, kind of wire-haired dog who was very pleasant, but found it necessary to perform a very thorough identification check on me.  Should be a TSA Agent.  But, before long, the walk was over and we were headed back to Las Vegas Motorcoach Resort. 

In the absence of much else to talk about today, let me tell you some of what Geri and Don have told me about this place.  They’ve been coming here for years, and they’ve watched it go through a lot of changes.  I should also say that I’ve been coming here as long as they have, but I don’t remember a lot about the early days.  They tell me that the site that we’re parked on right now used to be a dirt patch in the back of the Park, and they would take Buddy and I for walks out here.  Back then it was called Outdoor Resorts, and it was part of a chain of RV Parks across the country.  Don says that the sites were selling for close to a quarter million dollars, which is a lot in dog money.  A great many of them had been upgraded with outdoor kitchens and other fancy improvements, mostly by people who were living there full time in their luxurious coaches.  Don says that now you can buy an unimproved site for about eighty thousand dollars, and there are quite a few of them for sale.  Some of the friends that we had here have moved out.  Personally, I’m just as glad we didn’t buy a place here; it’s just too doggone hot!

They had more shopping to do in the afternoon, and I stayed home to snooze.  Turns out, they also visited a new hotel and casino way on the outskirts of town, and played with the money machines there for awhile.  They weren’t overly impressed.  Dinner was some leftover split pea soup, which made for excellent plates, and Geri and I had a nice, after-dinner walk.  Mr. Mocker must have had a long, hard day, ‘cause he didn’t show much interest in my presence.  A little TV, work on the blog, and ready for bed.  I hear we’re having company in the morning!  That should provide some excitement!  Sorry, no photos today, after yesterday’s debacle.  A buenas noches to all!