As we passed through Arizona, the Joshua trees, limbs akimbo, seemed to be mocking us goodbye. “Not tough enough for the desert huh? Well you just scurry back to your air-conditioned lives in the plastic ‘real' world.”
Soon the oversized gun shop ads by the highway were beckoning us to come in and try one, the latest AK47 that is, and as we crested the last rise we saw the scrambled international monopoly board of monuments that make up Las Vegas: the Eiffel Tower of Paris, the space needle of Seattle, the Egyptian pyramid that is the Luxor hotel, Campanili of the Venetian, and the Statue of Liberty and golden lonely Trump tower patiently waiting for its Trump Tower 2 to rise from the forlorn muddy puddle of the empty construction site next door.
The last remnants of the snow on top of the mountain backdrop to the city bade us a fond farewell; the perfect metaphor as the memories of our excellent vacation similarly slowly melted away.
The last remnants of the snow on top of the mountain backdrop to the city bade us a fond farewell; the perfect metaphor as the memories of our excellent vacation similarly slowly melted away.
