We weren’t going to Pahrump

… but now we are.

Pahrump, Nevada is an hour outside of Las Vegas and we weren’t going to go there. We just left Tecopa Hot Springs (that post was supposed to be next but it will have to wait now) and we took a short cut to Vegas rather than going through Pahrump. So, when the “check engine” light came on again, and we lost power, we found ourselves in the middle of the Mojave Desert, 80 miles and a mountain pass away from Vegas, with no cell signal.

We’re handling it well so far. We pulled off the road and I checked to see if I could get an internet connection. Yep!! I’m thinking… I’ll email everyone I know and have the first person to respond (we were laying odds on it being Kim) call a tow truck for us. We’ve got water, food, internet … everything we need. If we have to spend the weekend out out here, we’ll be fine. While I’m thinking this, a nice man and (I’m guessing) his son, stop to check on us. They’re from Vegas and they know something about diesel trucks. They suspect a vacuum leak from the turbo charger and they suggest we limp our way to Pahrump.

We didn’t have to limp as, when we started up again, the engine had normal power. Now we are in Pahrump and, as I type, the Chevy dealer is running diagnostics. Will they be able to fix it? Will we spend the weekend in Pahrump? Tune in next time for the answer to this, and other, scintillating questions!

Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore

grayson at red rocks canyon

We haven’t even been to Kansas yet but the sentiment holds. The desert view out the trailer window in Red Rock Canyon State Park is world’s apart from the redwood forest that has been home for the last 15 years. The Dixie Chicks are singing on the stereo … “She needs wide open spaces … room to make a big mistake … she needs new places … she knows the high stakes”.

The lyrics resonate.

I just looked out the door. Then I made Steve look with me. OMG! This scene is where I live. My back yard is a desert. At least for tonight and tomorrow. I traded in redwood trees for joshua trees. How do I feel about this?

It’s pretty intense, really. Steve is making me dinner. The dogs and the cat are settled safely within. I am thinking about the reality that my home is where I am and here is my home for now. I live in the desert.

The desert is different than anywhere I have ever lived. It is exposed. Exposed and windy and parched. It is stark. Not as stark as it gets, but stark. I am happy. For tonight, I think the desert is the right place for me to be.

grayson at red rocks canyon