Arriving in Las Vegas traffic at night, we had gone from the tranquil solace of Utah into the plastic, neon world of America's premier tourist destination.
Not much to say here, huge casinos, massive hotels the size of small cities, cigarette smoke and screaming children.
During the daylight hours we gambled a bit, enough to realize it wasn't for us, stared at the overweight, buffet-eating, East Coast visitors. We saw how this hot and dry environment was so appealing to the East Coast crowd; it has all the convenience and safety of the familiar East Coast franchises and gambling fun, without the consequences following them home.
For a place famous for being fun, no one seemed happy, no one was smiling; neither were we, it was time to retreat home.
