Overview of the 3000 mile roadtrip to Vegas

AS was excited that Argentina won the world cup and wanted to do something fun. We rented a car and started driving South. That's the end of it, hah.

First we planned on going to San Francisco. We stopped by Mt. Shasta because I'd always heard of it and wanted to explore the region. The weather was not too friendly though and we didn't get to see much. The next morning we drove up the mountain so check if we could get any hiking done, no such luck, the weather was worse. On our way down, we discussed if wanted to re-evaluate our destination, A said he'd always wanted to see Death Valley and Vegas, so we said fuck it, and decided to go the way of Vegas, through Reno Nevada and Lake Tahoe.

We drove through Eugene, Reno, and stopped that night at a small town in Nevada whose main gain to fame was as 'the gateway to Death Valley'. Majestic beauty, insane really, we soaked up all the beauty. By the way I should really be reviewing all the hotels we stopped as too at some point because hoo boyy so much to write!

The next morning we drove a couple of hours and finally reached Vegas! There we stopped at a Casino outside the strip, because A was very very hungry and not patient enough to find parking on the strip. We had the lunch buffet, he spent fourty bucks learning that the house always wins, and napped in the car for a bit. Then we drove around the city, and parked at a lot by Trump tower there. I didn't want to go to the Strip because I'd been a couple of times and wasn't a big fan of it, so A went by himself, first on foot and then an Uber.

He spent a couple of hours seeing the bright lights of the city, I chilled in the car.

In the evening I wanted to go to LA, or maybe Salt Lake City, or maybe elsewhere, so we drove a couple of cities, filled up and decided all the other options but returning back to Seattle were unviable if he was to make his flight back in two days. We drove for four hours, and stopped at a town quite a bit further away from the one we'd crashed at the night before.

The next day we kept driving, explring valleys and lakes and rural nevada roads and oregon and california and pyramid lake and native American lands etcetera, in the evening we stayed at Tonopah which is just one of those towns. The cheapest and the best stay of the trip, by the way. No actually, the Tonopah stay was the night before, this night we were at Klamath Falls.

The next morning we drove to Crater Lake to see how it's in the winter but the roads were terrible and I mean really really bad. A had never driven on such conditions, so we went really slow. This will be important later. We went into the park and the ranger was kinda' rude, and tried putting our tyre socks on as I didn't want us sliding down the mountain, but turns out nobody had tested if the sock fit the car. The sock was too small for the tyre. So we drove around in the massive snow, slow, and headed our way to Seattle.

Our drive was pretty chill and relaxed until we reached the I5. I5 was the scariest, right from Eugene to way past Portland because the roads were not at all ploughed well, it was still snowing and everything was so goddamn slippery. We drove slowly, but because he'd driven on the snow earlier in the day, A had had a lot more confidence by now, so we eventually picked up speed. And yeah we got to Seattle at a pretty decent time.

S (canada) and Sk were waiting for us at A's place, hung out with them a bunch, and came to crash back at my place, with S crashing in my living room, a bit after midnight.

Got up next morning and kept driving.