Just plain loathing in Las Vegas
Ok, I jest. Vegas wasn’t all bad. Sure the air smells like cigarettes, cigars or worse, the general assault on the senses causes headaches, and we lost a few bucks to various games of chance, but the sunset view from the stratosphere is rather breathtaking, and so was the waitress in the poodle skirt, serenading us with her own renditions of classic songs in Roy’s 50s themed Diner while Grease played on a never ending loop in the background.
The rain clouds which had previously formed over Zion Canyon cleared as we entered the city of sin, providing us one perfect afternoon of blue skies (including the fake ones in Caesar’s Palace and Paris), and a rain free evening with the hazy nighttime glow the strip is famous for. More than a few fun characters joined us on our journey this day, including a homeless, drunk Donald and Daisy Duck, and Dwarf Elvis walking his German Shepherd down Las Vegas Blvd. For the few minutes I watched, Elvis seemed to be winning the struggle, but just barely, and I couldn’t be sure who would be dragging whom by the time they arrived at their final destination. In either case, we explored the labyrinth as long as we could bear it, but were happy to return to the room for a much needed hot shower, warm bed, and absence of a reason to be awake for sunrise. One more day on the road left as we leave bat country, so come back tomorrow and buckle up.
Happy Travels,
-Evan
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