I checked out late this morning and was on my way. As soon as I hit the open road - ten minutes into my drive - it felt like home again, reminiscent of my first time leaving over four months ago.
I decided, kind of at random, to head to the Hoover Dam, but mostly because I noticed it was on the way and it's just one of those things people see. I didn't know that to enter the Dam site, you had to go through a security check point. My heart fell nearly into my butt and I thought about turning around and going back, thanks to my Canadian experience. Most people weren't getting pulled over and I decided to go for it and act as normal as possible, hoping I get to keep my stun gun this time.
Naturally, they saw my piles of shit in the back and pulled me over, had me get out of the car and asked what I was doing. Contrary to the Canadians, they were genuinely interested in my travels and quite nice. They riffled through my things a bit, my heart still racing, and sent me on my way.
It was a nice stop and a beautiful day.
After a couple of hours, I was onward, back through Vegas, and on my way to Zion. I looked for surrounding towns and I decided it was too cold to camp - and I couldn't quite yet commit nor find a WalMart to sleep in fully back in the vagabond spirit - and got another night at a shit hotel room for the night. I'm happy to be back on the road again, my nerves calmed. Tomorrow: Zion (-- then off to Banning, California to meet up with my Seattle friend).