After cooling off in the sprinklers at Hafen Fishing pond and mowing down some snacks, it was back into the van and on to the road again. We enjoyed surveying the different homes and little ranches that dotted the neighborhoods we weaved through, but we quickly found ourselves running low on neighborhoods to explore. We even popped in to a little vape shop to get some ejuice, but they closed quite early in the evening- around 6pm, maybe earlier, I believe. In such a little burb it makes sense, though, as the only people working late shifts would likely be a handful of casino employees and vitally important service positions, like hospital staff at Mesa View regional hospital... Mesquite is a small town, after all, as I've said at least once or twice on the blog now. Small towns in Nevada often have a similar sort of feel, at least in so far as the ones I've encountered yet. Improbably little oasis of homes and businesses standing solemnly in the expansive, seemingly endless stretches of desert, connected to the rest of civilization by the rolling roads linking these little ports. While much of my life has been spent in Las Vegas (as well as Tokyo and Seoul), some of my educational years were spent in Boulder City, one of those little towns down the highway a ways. It wasn't so far from the city center, so I still felt connected to the urban hub, but there are towns quite far and remote that make you wonder what in heaven's name inspired humans to sit down and set up roots. Mesquite is relatively close to several other towns, like St. George to the North or Vegas to the South, so it certainly doesn't feel as desolate or disconnected as some of those small towns do, but I can see how it would lead the youngsters to feel claustrophobic with a yearning for adventure and escape. That might just be a natural part of youth, though, that need to stretch your wings and flee the nest.
Until next time~
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XOXO,
NAU
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