Xmas: The Road to Vegas
We were scheduled to leave Tuesday morning after getting a good night’s sleep before we headed out to my parents’ place in Henderson, NV, but said, “screw it.” A quick check of the iPhone showed traffic was light, there were no reports of the 15 being closed, and I just wanted to get the driving over with. I was also nervous about the rain forecast, since it had just dumped several inches of snow on lower Nevada a few days previous, and the roads leading to Las Vegas had been shut down, stranding some people in tiny desert towns. Ugh.
But nothing exciting happened. I had the iPod blasting classic rock most of the way (Styx, Asia, Foreigner; all the bands I love to sing along to), then switched to newer indie I hadn’t heard yet, only letting up when Morgan couldn’t stand the volume any more. He demanded the thing and cued up Abbey Road to bring us to our destination.
It’s blurry, but that light berm to the right of the photo above is snow. It still hadn’t melted from days before. I always forget how the high desert keeps the stuff around, as if it were too magical and rare to let it disappear.
And then, suddenly, we were there. There’s a new casino going in just blocks from my parents’ house. Because you simply cannot have too many of them.
