So, later that evening, Arnold went, a little nervously, to the Director’s beach house. It was very swanky with an outside deck, and fairy lights, and lots of other guests. Arnold wished he’d brought his tuxedo.
Well, Arnold’s made it to Los Angeles. Hollywood, the home of cinema!
Arnold came across a river while he was riding through California, so he stopped to go for a walk along it. Suddenly, he came across a prospector, panning for gold!
Arnold has mostly been camping on his trip, but as it started to get dark he decided he’d treat himself to a night in a motel. This looks good. Under New Management, eh?
Arnold messaged to say that after a difficult ride across the desert, he’d arrived in Las Vegas! He said it wasn’t as glamorous as he’d imagined to start with.
Arnold was riding across Nevada when he came across an odd place name.
Oh dear! Arnold’s in a bit of bother, his bike ran out of ‘gas’. But fortunately a Native American vaark happened to come along. He introduced himself as Chief Snozzle-Like-Snake.
An update from Arnold. He wanted a break from his bike for a day or two, so he headed to Yellowstone Park.
Arnold was on the road when he met a friend from the saloon in Deadwood, who said there was a rodeo going on, and Arnold should come and watch.