Sunday morning came too early.
Time to pack and ignore how much we had lost at the slot machines. Neither Heather or I are big gamblers, although I have to admit a fondness for quarter Wheel of Fortune machines.
My friend Gregg (Gregg and I worked at NBC Sports together, more years ago than we care to admit),
picked us up and took us to a local restaurant for breakfast. Hash House a go go, advertised as twisted farm food, offered us giant portions of tasty eggs, hash, bisquits and gravy. YUM!
We then drove up to Red Rock Canyon, located a few miles west of the city. We enjoyed the beautiful red rock formations and the vast emptiness. As cool as the strip is in Las Vegas, the grandeur of towering mountains, valleys of scrub brush and the braying of wild donkeys gives me more of a rush. A sense of place and time and of what is important.
Heather and I had a great time as always. Another well spent cousin weekend with an added bonus of getting a quick visit in with Gregg.
I have many other friends in Vegas that I wasn't able to see on this visit. But I promise to come again soon! But before it gets too hot!
