This was us yesterday, at the first rest stop:
The later part of the trip was pretty stressful - the last two hours were in the dark, up and down mountains with trucks and ******** headed for Vegas. We stopped in Mojave - a land that time and the economy forgot - for the night after a little more than 300 miles. The new GPS and even my iPhone's map did NOT understand that the new Rte. 14 had bypassed the campground, and the campground's website had not been updated to reflect the new exit you have to take, and where the unmarked turn "Frontage Rd." was. It was an interesting place - fortunately, we only spent the night - and didn't bother to cook - just went into town and ate at Denny's.
This morning went better, except that I discovered I had forgotten my #$%^& French press coffee pot! Charles ran out to get me a coffee from the truck stop where the campground owner met us last night to lead us into the campground. We got on the road before 11, and made it to Vegas before 4 - and although it was less harrowing, it was very windy and through more mountains (though not so twisty).
Spiky Bugger and Mr. Sue met us at the campground, and were entertained by our colorful language in trying to get the $%^&* Jeep unhooked from the RV (we'll get better at it, but sheesh!), and then took us to a lovely steak dinner, followed by a stop at Bed Bath & Beyond for a new French Press, and then a visit to their lovely new home. They sent us off with a bunch of good stuff for our RV that were left over from their RVing days. We were going to meet up with Munchkin for an evening of gambling and debauchery, but by then, the stress of the trip had caught up with Charles (he is developing a seroma), and we decided to get a good night's sleep before going for brunch and gambling and debauchery with Munchkin. So here we sit in our jammies on a Saturday night in Las Vegas, watching TV and resting up for the next phase of the trip. We iz old.