Las Vegas, NVJul 8, 2010
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Nowhere else but Las Vegas
Abigail and Benjamin on the pier at Huntington Beach
Benjamin having fun at the beach
| We drove through a whole lot of nothing today and yet it was fascinating. From the manicured desert gardens of Palm Desert, to the undulating mountains of rock and rubble, to the surprisingly green scrub lands, to the harsh plainness of Death Valley, the landscape was ever changing and constantly interesting. The heat was searing but our car kept us comfortable. In the lowlands we hovered around 105 degrees with a high of 111. In the mountains, reaching more than 4000 feet above sea level, we were sometimes as low as 95. No matter how many times I hear "but it's a dry heat" I know that hot is hot no matter what. When the kids were quite little we came through Vegas on a return trip from California but neither Benjamin nor Abigail remembers their time here. We are staying in New York, New York, a loud, brash, rather overwhelming place. Abigail desperately wanted her brother to ride on the roller coaster here but he refused. She went alone and declared it good but not great. We spent the evening drifting around the area, but for me it is just too much - too much loud, too much bright, too many people, and too much heat. Even later this evening the temperature remains oppressive as all the concrete just absorbs the mid-day heat and emits it throughout the cooler hours of the day. |
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