Bill and I 'eloped'. We borrowed Dad's car (yes with permission) and travelled to Las Vegas. We headed out, thinking we would go to the state line, Winnemucca, and find a JP. I didn't know Bill had no idea of where Winnemucca was. Instead of continuing through Salt Lake City, we turned south at Nephi, Utah. That took us through small towns and St. George and down into Nevada. We began seeing billboards proclaiming LAS VEGAS.
We were hot and dusty, that old DeSoto kept on chugging when pretty new cars were vapor-locked all along the road. But the heat made us short tempered. He was sipping beer and I finally told him to turn around, I'd be damned if I'd marry a drunk. He obliged, turned around and headed back to Utah. We hadn't gone far and picked up a hitch-hiker. He found out our original plan. He teased us and we ended up turning back to Las Vegas. We hit town and got to the courthouse at 10 to Six. The JP said he'd stay and marry us for $20 more. He paid it and the hitch hiker was one of our witnesses.
We headed back to Utah. We made it home and that old car never over heated or anything. My folks were happy that we'd not killed each other, and I think they were quite surprised that we'd accomplished getting married!
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