I know what it’s like to be a fixed object in a place full of visitors, to be asked, “Where do you commute from?" when you are already home. To sell someone food for the road, to watch them drive away. I worked at resorts in the national parks, and now I live in Las Vegas. I’ve lived most of my life in tourist destinations, staying put while other people move on, and more and more I find myself chasing the pleasure of anonymity.
Primm is a place you pass through and forget - that is, if you even noticed it in the first place. Primm is where the little Google Maps voice says Welcome to California. Primm contains three gas stations, three casino resorts (one is open, one is half-open, and one is closed), a golf course, a lottery store, a few fast-food restaurants, and a dying outlet mall. Check-in isn’t until 3, but I arrive early. I’ve been getting the We look forward to greeting you emails and imagining myself 40 minutes outside of Las Vegas, three and a half hours from Los Angeles. I booked a room at Primm Valley Resort and Casino a week in advance. I want to be in Primm because I want to vanish, too. It appears from the highway, and then it vanishes. It is an in-between place: too close to be a stopping point on the drive to Los Angeles, too far to be its own destination. Primm is on the border of California and Nevada, but it doesn’t seem to exist in either. I am here because I have passed by it many times and I want to know what it feels like to stop and stay. Everyone will assume I’m trapped in Primm because of the flooded roadway.īut I am here on purpose. In a few hours, it will rain so hard that the 15 will close.
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