On our way back, we stopped in Baker, mostly because I was starving. There isn’t much in Baker, though it is home to the world’s largest thermometer, and just before getting back on the freeway I eyes caught sight of one of my favorite things about road trips, abandoned Americana. There among dead, decapitated palm tress was Arnie’s Royal Hawaiian Motel, windows broken, signage faded. I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough to capture it.
Well, that wraps up our Vegas road trip! There was another abandoned site we had planned on visiting on the way back, but as Patrick wasn’t feeling too well, we passed. I do hope it is accessible next time we find ourselves headed toward Las Vegas.