Briefly Las Vegas
I’m on a flight from Denver to Las Vegas, looking out the window and trying to read the terrain below. I’m hoping to spot Zion National Park, which the pilot announced we’re currently flying over. It takes me a while to find it but eventually my eye comes to rest on the dramatic colors and deep canyons of the iconic park. Although Zion is my ultimate destination, I am on my way to McCarran International Airport where I’ll meet Phil who has been in Las Vegas for a long, dull week attending a business conference. Our plan is to rent a car and drive to La Verkin, a sleepy town in southwest Utah about a twenty-minute drive from Zion National Park. We drive northeast out of Las Vegas on Interstate 15. Not far out of the city we pass through the Moapa River Reservation.
Assortment
- Fort Sheridan Forest Preserve
- Each New Year’s Eve, I try to make a point of going for a long walk. It’s become a wonderful annual meditation ritual for me—a great way to wind down and reflect before the bustle of the New Year sets in and sweeps me away.
- Baldwin Home
- After lunch, we stroll along Front Street past a cacophonus jumble of souvenir shops, t-shirt stands, art galleries, and surf-wear proprietors. My eye catches a few random storefronts—Rip Curl Surf Center, Whalers General Store, Billabong, Wyland Galleries.
