On Saturday night we camped at the Temple Bar campground at Lake Mead. Well, near Lake Mead. It was a nice enough campsite, but there wasn’t really much to do other than boating.
So on Sunday morning we packed everything up (so we could give another campground a shot that night), and headed to the White Rock Canyon/Arizona Hot Springs hike. This is the route, from US-93 all the way to the Colorado River. It’s a solid 3 miles to the hot springs, and then 3 miles uphill, through the gravel wash, the whole way back.
We soaked in our bathing suits for a good long while, ate lunch, and took care not to get the water in our noses:
Naegleria fowleria, an amoeba common to thermal pools, may be present and could enter through the nose causing a rare infection and death. Do not dive into pools, splash water, or submerge your head.
Yikes! So far, still alive.
We hiked out of the canyon with the sun at our backs, made it across Hoover Dam in bumper to bumper traffic, and decided to try our luck Sunday night at the Las Vegas Bay campground. Apparently our luck had run out.
That night the winds picked up, and were threatening to blow our tent away. We tied it down with heavy rocks and hoped for the worst to pass, but when we got in the tent to see how it felt from the inside, we discovered everything was covered with a visible layer of sand. It had managed to blow in through the mesh sides of the tent, even with the rainfly on.
Well that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. In any other circumstances we could have endured it, but with Las Vegas less than an hour away, we packed it all up as fast as we could—not easy to take down a tent with winds gusting up to 20mph—and headed for the Golden Nugget.