Hoover Dam, Arizona/Nevada: I just had to ride my bike over the damn dam. It's a little more technical to get bikes to the dam. After riding our bikes on the railroad path to the dam parking lot where Barbara and I locked them up and did our walking tour of the dam. Pat and Sally walked the trail and met us there. After the walking tour, Pat and I rode back to the RV and drove to the dam. We wanted the Lil Coconut (our RV) to see the dam too and ride across it, plus we needed to pick up the gals.
All cars are searched before you can get to drive across it. The RV was no exception. Then we rolled the Lil Cocont across the massive concrete structure. It was an epic crossing for sure but I was more intersted in showing my bike the damn dam. So we met up with gals at a parking lot across the damn dam and took the bikes of the back rack of the RV. For some reason, only Pat and I were interested in riding across the damn dam. Well, damn it, we did.
Editor's Note: We were so g---damn tired of using dam in everthing we said by the end of day. You can't help it. Ok, one final time....Dam! that was some Dam.