Cathy had asked me a while ago if I would go with her to Las Vegas to clear out her storage once she acquired an apartment. Well, the time finally arrived and fortunately for me, she had changed her plan, calling movers to do all the labor.
The hottest temperatures we encountered were not even in Nevada, but in Baker, where it was 116 degrees fahrenheit. I didn’t notice the thermometer on the way there, but I laughed out loud when I saw the sign for Puppetry of the Penis.
We stayed at the Palace Station Hotel & Casino, which was located off the strip.
I fell in love with the plant with the orange/red flowers. I must identify it.
One night we went out for dinner at Macaroni Grill, which I loved when I lived in Florida. Upon my return to California, I could not find any, so I was please to be able to eat at the restaurant again in Las Vegas. I had Parmesan Crusted Sole with capers and Orzo with Sun-dried Tomatoes, Spinach, Radicchio, etc. Our waitress Roxi, was so pleasant and accommodating.
One day I found Mothra’s child in my bathroom. I didn’t mind it much; just glad that I didn’t step on it during the night and very curious how it even got in my bathroom in the first place.
One day Cathy wanted to visit an old friend who worked in a hair/nail salon, where I decided to get a pedicure before we headed off to lunch at In-N-Out.
Next stop: Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area. I have never seen a palm with a pink trunk. I was pleased to see the live lizard and the sculpted one was awesome.
The following are miscellaneous photos I took. I thought the reflection on Circus Circus was way cool. The solar panel farm off I-15 has three huge solar panels which look to me like the Alien Receiving Center. The thermometer in Baker, California is still there…113 degrees on the return trip. Do you know how long it’s been since I had an Orange Julius? At $5.99 for a small, it will be a long time before I have another.