Chumley wasn't in today...
I don't have the photo, but my dad tried to make a sale while we were here. He and my mom have a travel gnome. It's a tiny lawn chair, and it has a story. The Irish toast, "Slainte!" is not spelled phonetically. Assuming one has consumed at least two wines, it is actually pronounced...remember it is necessary to slur here..."itsalawnchair!" This lawn chair toast became quite popular among their group of friends, and my parents have since acquired a collection of lawn chair memorabilia. This chair is one of those pieces. It can be seen in the following photo. If one were to look closely, it can be found...not unlike Waldo...in many of our photos.
It was this chair that experienced an attempted pawning. The owner obviously thought it was worth more than the offered price, because the tiny symbolic toast is still in his possession.
Lunch was another Guy Fieri recommendation. We ate strombolis, their specialty, while watching the Rays game with our very own baseball fanatic!
Carlos took us right down the strip!
Fun to see, but not sad to move on.
Lake Mead is the largest reservoir in the United States, impounded by thr Hoover Dam. There is a B29 Superfortress at the bottom of it that crashed in 1948.
Bye Nevada!
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