Fear and Loathing

(Actually written July 10)
as we drive out from las vegas, past the billboards of a roided up Carrot Top and the embalmed Sigfried and Roy (and their white tigers). leaving the unblinking, swilling, yelling masses behind is not difficult- in exchange for Hustler's Erotic Dance Palace, we gainthe painted ladies of the Aztec Formation, overlain by the battleship grey Bonanza King. We disappear up highway 95 into the margin of the Basin and Range and their tilted strata, past bottlebrush yucca and the occasional cinder cone. At one point this region was a shallow inland sea, depositing the kilometers of limestone, dolostone and other marine sediments that now make up the mountain ranges that bound each basin.

I'm always very careful when I tell people that I'm going to las vegas, i want to be clear that I'm not staying. I would never want to be associated with the nickel punchers, blonde floozys, or bros reveling late into the hot vegas nights. As far as I'm concerned, vegas exists to keep everyone else away from the rest of nevada.