After our three hour stay in Las Vegas we moved on towards California. We drove for what seemed like, at the time, to be the longest and hottest day in human history (check back in a few weeks for my post about northern Nevada). We ended up in Baker, California. Known as the gateway to Death Valley, and home to the Worlds Largest Thermometer. We stayed at the Wills Fargo Motel, across the street from THE restaurant in town. It was about 120 degrees according to the giant thermometer, and that felt about right. Dry heat my ass! Hot is hot, I don't care what anyone says. The motel was clean and we went straight to sleep (two beds). We woke up the next morning bright and early to hit the road.
Our next destination was Mission Bay in San Diego. We wanted to camp for the night and found that they had a site right on the water. It was night by the time we arrived, and the place was packed! People everywhere. Come to find out, Mission Bay has a huge Fifth of July party. We found a spot to park and set up camp for the night. By set up camp I mean we opened the back doors to the van. We had no space in the front, back, or either side of our van to set up even a lawn chair! We ate some canned goods for dinner as the fireworks started, and settled in for the night to the soothing sounds of drunks yelling "Whoooo!".
In the morning we packed up camp before the natives woke up and pointed the van towards the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). At this time we haven't seen the Pacific Ocean yet, and we are getting pretty antsy to get there. Check back next week to share in the thrill of victory!
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