Day 6: Hoover Dam

We made an early start again even though we weren't in a hurry. Somehow we are always more alert in those mornings when we know we are going to pack our things and start moving again. Somehow it's always kind of a relief to get going again; maybe there's some unknown gypsy blood in our veins?

We decided to visit Blueberry Hill diner again to get some breakfast, because we had really liked the whole experience the day before. We had a lovely chat with our waitress for today and chose to order a different kind of an omelette (mushrooms, ham, onion and tomato for me) and oh MAN how delicious it was!! A big steamy cup of coffee and we were ready to hit the road.

Our only goal for the day was seeing Hoover Dam, which is only a bit more than an hour's drive from Las Vegas. There were a lot of tourists in the Dam area and almost all parking lots were full. First we stopped at the famous bridge (Mike O'Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge) to get some great photos of the Dam. Jani, who can't stand heights, took a few steps on the bridge and soon went back to the solid ground, while I and the boys walked a bit further and got some magnificent pictures. I found the scenery magnificent and the Hoover Dam is undeniably an amazing piece of work, but as we didn't go to the Tourist Center to listen to the history or other details concerning the Dam (the boys still can't understand enough English to follow the tours), the site had soon been marveled at.

As we had plenty of time to reach Flagstaff, we were hoping to find an Indian reservation we could visit. There is a Hualapai Indian Reservation  almost on our route, so we drove there hoping to find something traditional Indian stuff. I would have loved to visit a museum and teach the boys about the history of Native Americans, but it isn't that easy.. When we reached the reservation, we found out that the Native Americans of today live exactly in the same manner as other Americans. At least looking from the outside. The residential area of the reservation looked maybe a bit poor, but normal houses, schools and everything.. nothing really interesting. After pondering about it for a while we decided to continue to the actual reservation area, where visiting hours are limited to outsiders, I was somewhat scared that they might not like tourists coming to take pictures of their everyday life, but in the more rural area We. Saw. Nothing. Only some desert and dry bushes. That's all, folks!