We arrived at Hoover Dam at dusk. With miles of desert behind us, the
view of Lake Mead was very fulfilling. Hoover Dam is truly a spectacular
sight. I had seen it once before during the day, so I was very excited
to view it at night.
We cautiously drove through security and, as luck would have it, we
were flagged and had to stop for a thorough check. After police
determined our vehicle was safe to continue, we proceeded down a narrow
pass to a beautifully lit dam. It was majestic in the twilight.
We drove across and parked on the opposite side to begin our journey
out onto the dam. On our way down the path, we noticed a sign that
clearly stated that the dam was closed after dark. This is where the
trouble all began. Truthfully, it was not quite dark. The sun was still
setting and “dusk” felt more fitting than “dark.” The Nevada State
Police, however, interpreted the time of day as dark. In fact, I wonder
if they have ever even considered dusk as a possible noun.
Well, we were only a few yards away from the National Historic Site
and Civil Engineering Wonder when, 600 feet above the Colorado River, we
were stopped by the police.
right, only a few feet away from the 1,244-foot dam and we were stopped.
I had a choice to make. Run for it and risk being arrested--or back down
and be a law abiding citizen. I chose to run for it. My husband chose to
save me from myself and the police. I was powerless as he marched me
back to freedom and our truck.
We were younger and more determined than those police officers. I
was sure of this. I really wanted to take the chance. Andy was quick to
remind me that you can’t outrun bullets. So, we returned to our vehicle
and skirted our way back to freedom. We did get some photo opportunities
(that weren’t mug shots) and we got the best postcards of the dam on our
way back into civilization.