NOVEMBER 20, 2012
Anyone with a mind open enough to eat at an Indian truck
stop, talk to me at said truck stop, and then actually invite me to visit is
probably worth taking the time to get to know. Vegas, on
the other hand was the absolute dead last place on my list of possible travel
locations that I wanted to end up in.
There is nothing appealing about that place. It’s fake people, in a fake environment,
reaching for a dream that doesn’t exist.
I find it a sad sad city. 
I got to town late, looking, feeling and smelling like a guy
who had been driving since 3:30 am local time.
After grabbing a bite to eat I got back to Kirsten’s house and
immediately crashed on the couch in the dark.
I knew that she was a biologist with a specialty in snakes and
reptiles. I also knew that many of the
others in her home-turned-biologist-commune were also reptile specialists. That still didn’t mean I expected to wake
up staring at a snake identification poster and to see one of these thingies on
the end table.  |
| This is how I do Vegas |
Seeing the area outside of town with a local over the next
couple days was such a treat. We did
yoga in the desert, lounged in natural hot springs and went on a couple wonderful
hikes.
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| It was this or have smoke blown in my face during black jack games. |
I left town with my current casino-free Vegas streak
extended to 8 nights and my lifetime record extended to four trips to Vegas while
managing to avoid the strip in 11 out of my 16 nights there.
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