Early morning saw us packing the TC with a bit too much luggage.
I knew it was a bad idea to wait until departure day to see if
the bags would fit in the car. A bit of creative re-packing finally
got the bags in, but they were stacked up higher than I would
have liked and blocked the rear view mirror somewhat.
On the road and running late, it wasn't long before the first
minor annoyance popped up. The speedometer was bouncing wildly
and the cable sounded like it was going to break. Some plastic
ties came into action and made enough improvement to continue
onward. The weather was cool but nice and our new rear end gearing
was giving us the extra highway speed we needed to make up time.
After about 100 miles, we pulled into Victorville and met the
other five cars we would caravan with to Utah. With breakfast
consumed, everyone took their jackets off for the drive into the
Mojave Desert. As we traveled east the temperature climbed sharply,
but the cars had no trouble climbing the long hot grades of Interstate
15. Near triple digit temperatures turned the fuel stop in Baker
into a much-needed ice cream fest. Back on the road, it was time
to tackle the rest of the mountain ranges between California and
Nevada. These long grades were a game of power versus momentum.
A couple hours later we were the first to cross the Nevada line,
so momentum won the day! The long climbs had splintered the caravan
somewhat so we paused briefly to regroup.
Meeting the group in Victorville
Driving through California's eastern deserts
Baker, CA: Home of the world's tallest thermometer
A stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream and air conditioning
Bonnets up to let the hot air out!
Refreshment at its finest
Some needed it more than others!
In the middle of nowhere, approaching Nevada
Our first state line crossing
Regrouping at the state line
The rest of the day's drive was uneventful and hot as we worked
our way into Las Vegas and to the hotel. That evening Linda and
I bought some small floor mats to cover an oil slick on her floor
carpet and then fueled up for the next leg. A nice dinner with
some caravan friends capped off the evening, but not yet ready
to call it a night we took a drive down "the strip"
for some photos and sight-seeing.
Our first glimpse of Las Vegas
The drivers take a much needed break from the heat
The famous old sign at the edge of town
"Cruising the strip"
No better way to see the sights than from an open cockpit
The Las Vegas lights from a TC
Day Two
The first order of business was to rebuild the speedometer at
the breakfast table. It was already too hot to do it outside in
the sun! I got the needle stabilized but the trip meter was now
inoperable. A worthy trade off in my opinion!
The "repaired" speedometer at 65 MPH
Leaving Las Vegas, we headed east to Hoover Dam for some sight-seeing.
After a stop for photos we turned around and drove to Boulder
City to check out helicopter tours of the Grand Canyon. That didn't
work out so we skipped it and drove north around Lake Mead and
Valley of Fire. It was already very hot in Boulder City, but that
was nothing compared to this part of the drive.
On the way to Hoover Dam
Approaching Lake Mead
Driving across Hoover Dam
Driving across Hoover Dam
Crossing 50-feet into Arizona
Parked at a dam overlook
Hoover Dam
TC8975 at Hoover Dam
Driving back across Hoover Dam
Driving around Lake Mead, the temperature continued to climb
to around 110-degrees. At this point we felt like we were in a
rolling oven. The mister we brought was a god-send and worked
quite well, but the cooling effect lasted only seconds at a time.
Still it was better than nothing. I felt the need to stop twice
to grab photographic evidence of our drive through this desolate
land in our M.G. Linda wasn't as hot on the idea (pun intended?)
because if we fell behind and broke down, we would be on our own
out there. As luck would have it, we caught the group and continued
through the heat without incident.
Driving around Lake Mead
110-degrees on a very desolate desert road
Chasing down the caravan after the previous photo
Still no one in sight
Top speed, approaching Valley of Fire
Entering Valley of Fire
Extreme heat and extreme terrain in the Valley of Fire
After two photo stops, we finally catch the group
A stop at a deserted boat launching area offered us a water faucet
which we used to wet down with, and then we continued north past
Valley of Fire where there was obviously no relief from the heat.
Adding to the experience was ten miles of extremely rough pavement,
marked by a sign reading "Rough Pavement Ahead". The
sign was located about a mile from where the road smoothed out
again.
Caravaning through
Valley of Fire
A million miles from nowhere
In Overton Nevada we took a much needed lunch break at the only
game in town McDonald's. Much ice cream was consumed. From
there it was back to I-15 and into Mesquite where we fueled up,
and where it was still brutally hot. The last 60 miles took us
down the Virgin River Gorge and across the Utah state line where
I stopped yet again for photos. The rest of the group, unknownst
to us, stopped at the Utah Welcome Center. We cruised right past
and got to the hotel in Saint George first. Another victory! Obviously
there was no race but one needs something to entertain one's self
with when driving through Nevada.
In familiar company
Entering Virgin River Gorge
It's starting to look like Utah
Utah State Line
One of the other cars, a TD, pulled in with very sloppy
steering. A look under the bonnet revealed three out of four steering
bolts missing, and the fourth very loose! One person went off to
find an auto parts store for some emergency repair parts while the
TD owner and I hopped into the TC and went back looking for some
bolts laying in the road. He had a hunch where it might have happened,
and sure enough we found one of the bolts and rubber pads! That
was enough to keep the car going so all was well.
Day Three
Starting early to avoid the heat, we turned east to Zion National
Park. The views throughout the park were spectacular as always
so we made a few photo stops. At "checkerboard mesa"
we attracted a lot of attention from tourists. Our drive continued
through the park to the eastern exit, where we again stopped for
photos and again attracted a lot of attention. One pair of German
tourists had even followed us through the park from the previous
stops to take more photos.
Driving into the heart of Utah
Entering Zion National Park
One of many photo stops in the park
Caravan of M.G.s in Zion
Caravan of M.G.s in Zion
Another photo stop
The road to Checkerboard Mesa
TC8975 at Checkerboard Mesa
The East entrance to Zion
Leaving Zion
TC8975 ready to depart
We made a lunch stop in Hatch on Highway 89 where we found a rather
disgruntled horse tied up out front and a chef who was single, but
looking. Moving onward we drove through Red Canyon, a spectacular
area with Bryce-like formations in brilliant red. After more photos
we continued up the road to Ruby's Inn at the entrance to Bryce
Canyon.
Stopping at a tourist trap to see some buffalo
On the road to Hatch
Stopping for lunch in Hatch
One pissed-off horse
(I don't blame him)
TC8975 at Red Canyon
Red Canyon, Utah
Say cheese!
At Red Canyon, Utah
Ruby's Inn, Bryce, Utah
After checking in, we drove into the park and visited a few of the
sights. All but one other couple in the group turned back early
to see a rodeo, but we continued to the end of the road at over
9,100-feet in altitude where we were greeted with incredible views
of the Bryce Canyon formations. Making sure we got our $25 worth,
we hit every pull-off on the way back to enjoy the view and take
photos.