Barstow is a crossroad for trains, trucks and visitors to the City of Sin.
With the temperature well in to the 100sf (I believe that's just below 40c) it is a slow and run down town.
Trains run constantly through the station across from our motel, but thankfully the room remained quiet.
My only knowledge of this little place on Route 66 is the quote from Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas "We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold" which means the character had an approximate two hour drive while wasted.
I've had a sore throat virus thing for a few days so used this sleepy place for a little RnR.
The next morning we were packed and ready to hit the road.
We stopped one of several large outlet malls just over the state line in Nevada where I picked up some bargin Old Navy jeans.
By now the temperature was around 110f as we rolled into Vegas.
We checked into our hotel, the massive Treasure Island. Our room on level 19 - where I'm typing this blog - is amazing with views right across the strip.
More on this city later.