Slow Road to Vegas

This road trip was a heck of lot different from my last road trip out west. Before, I travelled alone, so the only stops I had to make were for gasoline for the car, or to break up the monotony of the drive.

Now with with five vehicles of varying fuel efficiencies, two large animals, fourteen living people, and myself, we simply couldn’t make the kind of time that I had become used to making when I travelled alone. So, the drive out to Vegas lasted almost a full week.

This week long odyssey provided ample opportunities to get to know these strange people who had taken me in so quickly, some of whom had risked their lives for an undead man that they themselves knew so little about. I alternated driving and riding in just about every vehicle, so that I could get to know these people even better.

I will spare you the details of the journey for now, since much of what I came to learn about these folks in the course of that journey will come out in future posts anyway, but this will also be an opportunity to catch the blog up closer to my more recent experiences.

As an example, all of the entries from ‘On the Warpath, Part 1’ until the last post related the events of Saturday, February 26, 2005 when we rescued John and then were in turn rescued by Ravyn. We left for Las Vegas in the afternoon of Sunday, February 27. The events of that day were truly remarkable, so I felt the need to take the time to detail exactly what happened.

After what seemed an eternity, we arrived in Las Vegas on the evening of Friday, March 4. That is, of course, when the shit hit the fan again...