A Note from the Road: Road Trip Arizona - Hoover Dam - Kingman Wash Access Rd - Temple Bar Marina AZ

 
Minding my mother.


Here I am at Hoover Dam Henry -

You said I couldn't miss it, so I came,  and damn it, it was really crowded at the damn.

Damn engineering marvel too.

Here is a dam picture.

I suppose that is enough dam's

xoxo a.d.


Location: Nevada 89005, USA

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