We're leaving Las Vegas this morning. I'm staring at the sphere, adorned with the map of the moon, with the backdrop of some mountains as the sun rises.
Itching to lose Vegas verisimilitude and explore the desert. First stop Hoover Dam. You can't drive over it anymore like I did as a teenager. Maybe a hike in the Arches of Utah or a stay in a Native American lodge on the south rim of the Grand Canyon. I have big plans. Maybe check out the Milky Way in Flagstaff or spot some UFOs outside Sedona.
Whether or not we accomplish all that in the short time allotted, at least we won't be in Vegas.
Maybe I did place these notes in the right territory. Fiat created all the empty extravagances we're leaving.