{"id":18609,"date":"2016-05-04T10:29:59","date_gmt":"2016-05-04T17:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=18609"},"modified":"2016-05-04T11:06:37","modified_gmt":"2016-05-04T18:06:37","slug":"road-trip-photoblog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=18609","title":{"rendered":"Road Trip Photoblog"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last Thursday Donna and I loaded the truck and trailer and drove to Las Vegas for\u00a0a long weekend with the kids and grandkids. Polly didn’t come with us, so not all<\/em> the kids (we did bring the doggies along, though).<\/p>\n

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Loaded up<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

In the truck, out of sight, are our first bicycles, the matching\u00a0hybrids we started out with\u00a0ten years ago, on their way to a new home with our son and daughter in law. The motorcycle? Well, duh … it was the weekend of the annual River Run<\/a> in Laughlin, Nevada, and my son and I planned to participate. For me, it was mostly a motorcycling vacation; for Donna, a chance to see our family and do a little sewing with Beth.<\/p>\n

The trip up was fantastic, an eight-hour drive through some of the prettiest parts of\u00a0Arizona and southern Nevada. The new trailer was great, rock solid under tow, the anchor points and ramp a perfect match for the Goldwing. The dogs, as always, were excited to go, and once we got to the kids’ house they fit right in with their other family.<\/p>\n

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Doggie potty break in Wickenburg AZ<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Dinner with Gregory, Quentin, and Beth<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Gregory picked up his rental BMW Friday. We planned to ride to Laughlin Saturday, the last official day of the River Run, but it rained heavily until two in the afternoon, too late to ride down. We rode out to Blue Diamond and Red Rock late in the afternoon, and had to ride home in a heavy downpour as the last big thunderstorm cell passed over Las Vegas.<\/p>\n

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Gregory giving Quentin a ride on the BMW<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Luckily, Gregory was able to extend the BMW rental through Sunday, which turned out to be a perfect day for our ride. We left Las Vegas early, stopped for breakfast at the little airport-slash-casino at Cal-Nev-Ari, then rode over the hill into Laughlin.<\/p>\n

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Admiring a Piper Tri-Pacer at Cal-Nev-Ari<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Although River Run was officially over, there were still plenty of motorcyclists on the road and in town, even a few vendors still open for business. I looked at a leather vest, hoping to find a steal, but when I put my hand in the pocket there was a hole in it and it dawned on me for perhaps the millionth\u00a0time you get what you pay for. Gregory bought a sleeveless biker shirt, the only one he could find that didn’t have a Harley on it. Oh, did I mention out of the hundreds of motorcycles we saw on the roads in and out of Laughlin, all but three were Harleys, and two of the three were our own rides?<\/p>\n

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Gregory with his swag in Laughlin NV<\/center><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Here’s a short GoPro video of us leaving Laughlin:<\/p>\n

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