The End Is Near

We have but five weekends left in Las Vegas, including the one during which we will actually move. I continue to be grateful for our high miles-per-gallon Prius that allows us to cruise around town without feeling too terribly guilty. That’s just exactly what we did yesterday. What I’m sure will turn out to be our last visit to the little town of Blue Diamond was made all the more memorable by the discovery of donkeys grazing almost everywhere, including the ball field (we didn’t see any asses until we got back to Las Vegas). I have developed a deep appreciation of the desert environment and its cultivation of an almost supernatural will to live on the parts of plants and animals who survive this extreme environment. The desert has its own unique beauty and I’m glad that I’ve had a chance to learn more about it. I can’t really think of any reason—at least right now—that I would ever return to Sin City after we move. Maybe one will present itself before we leave.