The photo on the right was taken with me inside the Hoover Dam, about half way down. I am holding the camera out the vent and pointing at me. Snapped a photo, tilted the camera slightly upward, snapped a photo, then tilted it up some more and snapped another photo. Since the photos overlapped, I stitched them together for a panorama.

Dad would have enjoyed a tour of the Hoover Dam. We had a couple of conversions about it, he talked about it as a great marvel. Since there was no internet then, how did he know so much about the Hoover Dam? I asked, guess; he said in learned it by reading news papers.  Well, it is an engineering construction marvel for 1935. Often I read the paper daily for months a time, I can say I don’t remember anything from all that reading. That probably says something about what passes for news these days.

The RV park at Lake Mead is only 6 miles from the Hoover Dam, So on one of those 112 F afternoons I went for the tour. Two days later as I was to drive the RV across the dam, all RV’s are stopped and searched as a security check, that is post 911 thing. As the security person checking my RV walked around the back, he stopped, looked at my scooter and said, “hey you were here a couple of days ago”. In about 5 seconds, I was surrounded by 7 security personnel. It was not a problem, they were more interested on the design of the 3 wheel scooter, but they did do a thorough check of the RV.

Below is the photo of new Hoover Dam bypass bridge taken from he dam. Not yet completed, and it is taking longer than it took to complete the Hoover Dam.

A good deed I did on an afternoon on one of those hotter than hell days, 111 F, I was entering the restaurant/bar at the marina on Lake Mead, for a Bloody Mary, behind me a an elderly lady, as I held the door open, noticed she was about to collapse. I held her up, and sat her down inside, held her hand talked to her for 20 min, while with the bartender, cooled her with wet towels. She over heated walking from the boat to the restaurant. She was alright after an hour.  But actually, I should not refer to her as elderly, I realized that am now 60 yrs old, and she might be younger than I am, Ouch, Ouch.

People, wanted to buy me drinks, after two Bloody Mary’s, and two Margaritas, I had to cut them off.