With Spring fully underway, the quest to see even more Nevada oddities and landmarks continued onward.
A few days later, we found ourselves out in Pahrump, Nevada, as we wanted to see “Coffinwood”. Coffinwood was a home well off the beaten path in where the couple that owned this place filled it with, well, coffins, and other haunted memorabilia.
We had befriended the couple during our initial visit, and actually visited them for several months to see all the changes they continually made to the house.
It wasn’t all fun and games, however. I was still working a juggernaut of a gauntlet with various gigs such as Miss USA at Planet Hollywood, where I got to see The Veronicas perform.
As soon as I wrapped with that gig at night, it was off to the Plaza on Fremont Street to attend the Xanadu convention (which had nothing to do with Charles Foster Kane or Olivia Newton John). It was there that The Revenant had its first major screening, and I got to hang out with David Anders and Chris Wylde.
Once Miss USA wrapped, I finally made the last payment with Dale Mathis on my clock, which strangely, I don’t ever think I’ve taken a picture of.
Dale, in addition to being exceptionally talented, is a great guy. The piece wasn’t ready yet, and he made a great effort to make sure that even though it wasn’t available, he wanted to make sure my experience with his art was memorable, so he included a small, but very appreciated gift.
It was then, during all of this assorted travel and new experiences, a new thought began to occur:
I was ready to settle down in Las Vegas.
After losing my childhood home, I needed “roots”. A place that I could call my own. But it was that fateful decision that set the precedent for the rest of the year, turning what should have been a relatively simple task into one of the longest Summers (and Fall, and Winter) I had ever known….