By The Book.

If there’s one thing to know about me, I LOVE roadside oddities. America is full of kitsch, and it’s my goal to travel the country to see as much of it as possible. So in once again consulting Weird Las Vegas & Nevada, I took a more serious approach to seeing what was around Las Vegas and beyond. Again, this will be more of a photo post, but there are a few notes that are worth mentioning in these stories.

The first stop was the . Remember all the cool old casinos and neon signs that you see in all the classic Vegas-themed movies and TV shows? Vegas tends to be a very disposable city, and is VERY wrecking ball happy in destroying everything more than five minutes old. This is where the classic signs go to die. They are, however, presented in a very cool and salvaged way:

The Boneyard.

The Boneyard.

The Silver Slipper.

The Silver Slipper.

Amazing old store signs.

Amazing old store signs.

Neon duck.

Neon duck.

Once you get outside the city limits of Las Vegas, you can find brothels. Actual, real places where you can get your professional hump on:

Truck parking AND coffee?  Sold!

Truck parking AND coffee? Sold!

Angel's Ladies has a crashed plane out front with an interesting backstory.

Angel’s Ladies has a crashed plane out front with an interesting backstory.

Fun Fact: You can actual go to the brothels just to get a drink and take a tour of the place. While I haven’t done this, it’s on my bucket list. The drink and tour, that is.

For fun (just before Beatty), you can visit a massively huge fireworks place. Another thing not allowed in the city:

ACME Wile E. Coyote grade.

ACME Wile E. Coyote grade.

And then there’s Tonopah, with the Clown Motel:

Clowning is serious business.

Clowning is serious business.

But the rates are decent.

But the rates are decent.

If you have a phobia of clowns, this place is not going to change your mind:

A small sampling of clownage.

A small sampling of clownage.

And if that’s not enough, it’s located directly next door to an early 1900′s graveyard.

The old miners and residents.

The old miners and residents.

But if it was a question of me staying here, oh yes, I would. The staff was actually very accommodating when I asked for a tour, and the rates are cheap, and it’s close to the rest of town.

This part of Nevada is like some sort of time warp anyway. Everything looks like it comes out of the late 1800′s-early 1900′s, such as Goldfield, Nevada:

The old fire house.

The old fire house.

Now back n the closer outskirts of Vegas, there are still all sorts of things that tourists miss, such as at the Silverton Casino.

The bar front.

The bar front.

The bar.

The bar.

Now, this place can’t have a namesake like this without having actual mermaids, can it? What’s that? No such thing? Then check this out:

Under the sea....

Under the sea….

More trips led to Route 66:

Traveling with the hounds.

Traveling with the hounds.

And Red Rock for hiking:

A boy and his dog.

A boy and his dog.

As for “normal” life, we celebrated Kerry’s birthday over at The Revenant with a barbeque….

No pinata this time, but later....

No pinata this time, but later….

This is also the month that I learned that Vegas has random sandstorms. And those suck.