Five hours doesn’t sound like much sleep but it’s so nice to be up with the early morning light, cool air and birdsong. The roads are so appealing without the hordes blocking the view.
Passing Vegas for me, is much nicer from a distance. After the first visit back in December 2001, my thoughts have never wavered and not once, have I been struck dumb with the Vegas fever, or tempted to take one of the beckoning pocket-change flights, to lose my weekend and savings. I’d like to go back to a sporting event or show, or maybe I’ll just head in with a pen and paper and continue to document my intrigue of this supposedly magical land.
I couldn’t resist peeling off to Death Valley junction, instead of taking the right turn, straight to the California oven and the desolation didn’t disappoint. Most of the junction is vacant, with exception of the hotel. There is also oddly enough, an opera house, but I couldn’t find anyone around to ask about it, not even after walking freely through the hotel, camera in hand.