And so we say farewell....to Las Vegas, as we push on westwards California-bound. Back first into Arizona, where the natives were both friendly and inquisitive.
Our lunch stop was Oatman, AZ, whose two-legged residents are mostly unrepentant rednecks, and whose four-legged residents are their big tourist draw.
And so to California, where the scenery was marvellous (we enjoyed the Amboy Crater lava flows) but the driving rather boring. At least, until we reached Oro Grande, where one of Route 66's weirdest pices of road trip wackiness awaits: the Bottle Tree Ranch. Built by a guy called Elmer Long, it's a big walk-in artwork comprisng hundreds of welded bottle trees festooned not only with bottles but....oh, see for yourself.
And the place was full of hummingbird feeders, which were full of hummingbirds.
And then on to San Bernardino and the Wigwam Motel. (Photos from next morning as we arrived well after dark.) Concrete, wifi-enabled wigwams. I was a little disappointed that the rooms didn't go right up to the top of the "tents", but you can't have everything.
Music? Well, duh.