Heather Goes a Long Way to the Theatre 02

Dad and I left my hometown of Medford, Oregon at 7:30 this morning. Eleven and a half hours and 640 miles later we arrived at our first night's destination, Wendover, Utah.
One of the most exciting parts of the whole day was when we were skirting along the brush, dry landscape of the Oregon/Nevada border and came across a large amount of wild burros. They were lovely, and unmistakable proof that Nevada has wild ass.
The Nevada desert was absolutely beautiful, and virtually desolate. There were several times along the road that I thought to myself, a) no wonder the government hides aliens out here, and b) this would be the saddest place to live on earth. In fact, upon passing by one town, Dad exclaimed, "What's this placed called? Depressedville?" Right then we drove by a sign that said Welcome to Devil's Gate.
After settling into our hotel here in Wendover, I gained two brand new experiences. The first was seeing my first cockroach, which Dad caught and brought to the front desk to inform them of their pest problem. I suppose, as I am only 1/8 of a mile into Utah I can count that as my first wildlife sighting in this state. The second new experience was gambling in a casino. Dad and I walked about a block to get back over the state line into Nevada and went to the Nugget where Dad played about four minutes of craps earning him six dollars, and I played about two minutes at the slot machine promptly loosing one of the six dollars Dad had earned. Needless to say, we were fine with returning to the hotel after that.