We left Las Vegas knowing that we were driving backward in time. To the era some of you may be familiar with, the dark ages when THERE WERE NO CELL PHONES!*
For several spectacular days we went dry camping without cell service at The Pads, where the vast majority of RVers, vandwellers and hobos don’t stay long because they don’t know what to do without a wifi signal.
Every day we awoke with gratitude for our RV DataSat internet system. This allows us to still work and earn a living. But we had one less type of device to ding, ping and buzz us throughout the day. It was heaven!
Sure, we could have used the RV DataSat VOIP system compatible with our internet system. But we didn’t. Before we left Vegas I changed our voice mail to essentially say “Don’t leave a message here during the next ten days, because we won’t call you back.” And you know what? Nobody left a message!
Without the phone ringing we enjoyed long, productive afternoons on our terms. We could focus on real work without any unexpected distractions. Jim and I hardly spoke to one another all afternoon as we became caught up with the peace and quiet we desperately needed after Las Vegas madness. And it didn’t hurt to dry out a little too.
From the fabulous Golden Tiki Bar with it’s tropical blender drinks and live jazz . . .
to the fun chaos of Fremont Street . . .
Our minds needed a rest and we got it by turning off the damn phone. Yeah, we still worked many hours. But it was fun to relive what it was like WHEN THERE WERE NO CELL PHONES.
Like many good things our tranquility came to an end. This week we find ourselves caught up in California chaos, which we’ll be a part of until May. One of these days I’ll look back on that time at The Pads and remember: the phone has an “off” switch. I just might use it again.
*with props to Bruce Springsteen who uses this tagline to describe what life was like on his many cross-country road trips during the 70s and 80s. He writes about it in his awesome autobiography Born to Run.