In mid-April, I hastily threw together a weeklong family trip to Arizona. This had nothing to do with gambling, and in fact I did not gamble at all the entire time, aside from a few sportsbets placed online.
It was all driving, starting from the LA area.
Leg 1: LA area to Laughlin
Drove late at night. Despite the trek being about 330 miles, I tacked on a little detour so we could do the "coming down the mountain into Laughlin" drive, which is kinda cool at night, and looks like you're landing an airplane. I rented a Nissan Pathfinder because my SUV is old with 124,000 miles and I don't trust it.
I didn't take a picture of this, though I should have. Ben thought it was cool, even though he was very tired. We stayed at Harrah's Laughlin.
At checkin, we got a really new girl at the front desk who had no clue what she was doing, and then she fucked up my reservation somehow and it had to be reconstructed. Then the computer crashed because it was 3am or whatever, and the system goes down for maintenance. Had to sit there like an asshole for like 20 minutes until finally it came back up and they checked us in, all while the more senior employee was training the new one, which made it even slower.
I asked if I could have something for the trouble, like a reduction on my bill (though I was only paying $55), and they looked at me like I was from another planet. I asked if they could give me a food credit, and the (more senior) woman said, "Oh, we don't do that. We have no way to do that." I just dropped it and went up to the room, as everyone was tired.
Room was a lot more rundown than I remembered Harrah's being. Kinda depressing, to be honest. But it got the job done, as it was just a stopover because driving straight to Sedona was too far. I thought I took some pics here, but I guess I didn't. All we did was briefly walk out and look at the river.
Leg 2: Laughlin to Sedona through Oatman
I tried to surprise Ben by telling him we were going to a "weird place in the middle of nowhere", and he asked me, "Are we going to Oatman?" I was shocked by this, as even I hadn't heard of Oatman until recently. Ben told me that he had seen it on a YouTube video. Of course.
Oatman is a small, tourist trap "old west" town, complete with a (fairly boring) staged gunbattle in the street, which actually holds up traffic for like 25 minutes at a time. However, there's one cool thing about Oatman, which isn't touristy or contrived at all:
There are wild donkeys roaming around the entire area, and they're very friendly. These donkeys are NOT part of the ownership in Oatman, and just live in the wild in the general area. They've learned that people near Oatman like to feed them, so that's where a lot of them hang out. Others hang out near the road, both a few miles in and a few miles out of town.
Here's the first one we encountered:
In Oatman, they sell food for the donkeys, which are hard green chunks which resemble condensed hay. However, the donkeys hate this stuff, and aren't interested in it. What did this guy above like? Pringles. He loved my Pringles, hence his willingness to pose for the above picture.
This was actually taken about a mile before Oatman.
After the stop there, we moved on and made the long drive to Sedona, through Flagstaff.
Would you expect Arizona to look like this in mid-April?
Well, it did. This was at about 7,000 feet elevation, near Flagstaff. I got off the highway and just randomly drove, until I encountered a fairly good dirt road and just kept driving until I found a nice snowplay area. After that, I kept driving on the dirt road, which I realized loops around back to the highway, and took the above picture on the way.