We rolled into Vegas yesterday, as the sun was dipping down into the horizon. We thought that by arriving later in the day, we could avoid the worst of the heat. We couldn't have been more wrong; even without the sun beating down on us, it was still a blistering 103 degrees. The heat radiated off the blacktop in waves, magnifying our exhaustion. At that moment, unloading our things sounded like the worst idea in the world, but we didn't have a choice.
We may have said good-bye to Newport, but we're not quite ready to say hello to Denver yet. First, a road trip of epic proportions, with many nights spent in the back-country. So, for now, our possessions must reside in a storage unit in Vegas, while we roam the West.
Tonight, we head out to Zion. Tomorrow, we will hit a canyon. So hiking, rappelling, and slot-canyon swimming are in my near future. It's going to be hot, dirty, and exhausting, but it's also going to be exhilarating. Let the fun begin...
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