Alas, we near the end of the tour, but this is the best part!
So, Fallout: New Vegas does take place on the Strip quite a bit, but the enchantment of the game are the other areas, the places where you have to wander through to get to the Strip. It’s pretty amazing, and I’ve said this before–to fall in love with a digital place, to make it a second home in your imagination, and then go to these places that actually exist and see things that made you feel so special…places you have already forged friendships and made enemies and gotten shot and killed monsters and places full of lore and history that hasn’t even been written. It’s even better than really truly coming home, because the home you make in the game is so protected–it’s whatever you want it to be, no matter what.
We stopped in Boulder City, which is actually one of my favorite places in real life despite being kind of crummy in-game. The local diner was so campy and Americana, it was perfect in every way for a road trip. I had a bowl of delicious chili and was pretty impressed with their cornbread. And can I just say, I LOVE the drive over Lake Mead and toward Arizona. That desert is something else. It just looks so unforgiving and jagged, like the earth’s prehistoric teeth. The architectural marvel of the dam is just as inspiring…nothing makes me feel more patriotic than the monument with its big art deco angels and the sprawling tower under your feet.
Hoover Dam, incredible as always. I love the place, but holy shit don’t ever go in July. It was so hot my face melted off and had to be stitched back into place. Funny story, my big floppy hat came off my head from a gust of wind, and went over the dam. It hovered there, swept upwards, came back to me, then went over the dam again!! There were some Asian tourists behind me who were screaming, and Derik was going noooooooooooo, while I just held out my hands with that sad kid face. When the gust finally dropped the hat on the ground near me and I grabbed it up, everyone clapped and cheered. My hat has seen some things!! I couldn’t imagine hovering, suspended in air, over the edge of Hoover Dam, twice.
Driving the 95/Nipton
We cut through Searchlight (there was no nuclear waste, at least none that we could see) and back towards Nipton. It felt strange to go this way since we were literally doing the opposite of the game, but the Mojave is a treat no matter which road you travel. Nipton welcomed us with the same enthusiasm as last time and this time we got to play the lottery! (An inside joke in the game) Derik won five dollars and nobody busted my kneecaps and left me to die, so 10/10 would do again. I can’t explain how strange it feels to walk this little hidden sleepy “town” (village) for a second time, knowing that people from all over the world do the exact same tour, paying homage to a game we all hold pretty sacred. Again, it just feels like coming home. And the pin we put on Nipton Trading Post’s visitor map from Sweden, during Henri’s visit, was still there!
If you’ve never traveled down the Joshua Tree highway that connects Searchlight to Nipton (I hadn’t) I highly recommend it. Absolutely gorgeous place. So silent–we exited the car for a “Welcome to California” sign photo and it was the middle of the day, not a sound to be heard. Perfection.
I hated Primm in the game. It’s just a shithole filled with prisoners and gamblers, so on my first New Vegas tour we gave it the bird as we drove by. This trip we had plenty of time to kill and I somehow, SOMEHOW convinced Derik to ride the roller coaster with me. In the game the coaster is inoperable, so I wanted to brag to everyone who annoyingly asked the first time “DID YOU RIDE THE COASTER?!?!” Well folks, that coaster SUUUUUUUUCKED. It was jerky, and fast (goes up to 90mph at one point) My false eyelash literally peeled off my face on the damn thing. I was not having a good time and felt so nauseated I questioned my resolve to jump off the Stratosphere!! I ended up somehow still liking Primm. It was the quietness of the Buffalo Bill casino and the tacky, small-town decor and locals gambling more than tourists. So it wasn’t a total waste. Plus, my ruined neck and single eyelash were about to be soothed by the most magical place in the desert. Yes I’m serious. Goodsprings, Nevada.