My timing is definitely off--California is experiencing a series of pretty wicked storms and I need to drive to Montana. Route 80, the shortest route over the Sierra Nevada, was closed, so I decided to head south. Actually, maybe my timing is fine as I only encountered a few light rain storms on my drive to Las Vegas.
Vegas is a disneyland for a writer--I get more material here in a day then I could ever use in a novel. The people watching provides endless stories. I am also both appalled and fascinated by the utter devotion to materialism on display, of which I became a willing participant. I relaxed with a two-hour spa treatment, had a gourmet sushi dinner, and lost a small amount on the slot machines.
This morning I leave for Salt Lake City with a stop at Zion National Park.