Pictures I should have taken on our seven hour drive to Vegas that usually takes four…
1. The decrepit water park in Newberry Springs. When it was built on the side of the trash strewn highway outside of the hellhole that is Barstow, California, hubby and I thought it was a stupid idea.
We were right.
It closed within a year.
And every time we drive past it now it looks more and more like something from a Scooby Doo episode. I would live for the gang to solve the mystery behind who the numbskull is that thought that was a good idea.
I can’t help but envy the optimism it took though.
2. The World’s Tallest Thermometer at the Big Boy in the pit stop (I really wanted to call it another kind of stop that rhymes with pit, but this is a family blog. As in, my 11 year old reads it) that is Baker, California. It used to be an interesting landmark that told us just how hot or cold it can get in the desert.
Now it’s The World’s Tallest Tower of Broken Lightbulbs and Dreams. And a preview of what the world will look like after the Zombie appocalypse.
3. The man on the side of the road standing next to his Delorean with the doors up. The. Doors. Up.
Because if you drive a Delorean, there is no other way to stand outside it than with the doors up.
I can only assume with all the upheaval in Libya, his plutonium delivery was delayed, thereby leaving him stranded by the side of the road.