Been there, done that
We make it to Beattie, gateway to Death Valley, and the van just behaves awfully. We change the AFM, doctor some stupid rubber boot that may be part of our problem, and move the hell on just to be away from Vegas.
We get a hotel room (40 bucks is nothing when you have cramps like I do, the bathtub alone is worth it). We watch an old movie on TV and giggle and wrestle and wonder at how easily Vegas leaves us tonight. We find a great article in some tourist magazine about the best beaches in Oregon, Washington, and Cali. Salmon spawning in some places in September and October. Oh, baby, we want to be on our way.