But, first we had to move out of our room at the Desert Pearl in Zion. This was no small feat, as we had sort of settled in after three nights there and our stuff was scattered everywhere. After an hour of packing, we were on the road again.
As we settled in, we decided to take a little detour and hit the Hoover Dam before our night on the town. I visited here almost ten years ago on the road trip that brought me to California, but a lot had changed in that time. A huge parking garage now existed, which was nice, along with a new bridge that was being built parallel to the dam itself.
We parked our car and walked the length of the dam, admittedly paying as much attention to the license plates of the cars driving by as to the views offered by the dam. We have re-started our license plate game from last year, looking for plates from all 50 states, and Hoover Dam was full of visitors from around the country. And, oh yeah, Lake Mead and the dam were very cool.
From there, it was about an hour drive up to Vegas and our stop for one night at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. As I checked in, I was offered a free upgrade to a suite, which I obviously said would be great. Little did I know how sweet it would be. We felt like rock stars when we entered the room.
The view of the strip from our room
The bedroom with bath and flatscreen
The living room with bar and flatscreen #2
Another view of the living room with rock star silver couch on the right
The bedroom with bath and flatscreen
The living room with bar and flatscreen #2
Another view of the living room with rock star silver couch on the right
With the City of Sin outside our doorstep and an endless supply of options for fun, we were completely unmotivated to leave our room. Finally, as always seemed to happen in these situations, hunger proved to be the motivating factor to get our butts in gear. But, rather than hit the strip, we decided to just head downstairs and eat at a restaurant in the Hard Rock.
Here's Salina enjoying the comfy bed and not wanting to ever leave it.
Against our better judgment, we ate at the "Pink Taco" and discovered some surprisingly good eats, name aside. With three tacos and a margarita fueling us, we headed out on the game floor to donate $100 each to the good people of the Hard Rock. Taking turns choosing slot machines, we spent the next few hours watching our money dwindle down to nothing. Now I remember why I don't gamble, but it sure was fun.
Does the fact that we didn't go to any clubs in Vegas mean that we are getting old? How about the fact that we went to bed a little after midnight? Hey, we have to get up early in the morning for a big travel day, with a little Death Valley National Park mixed in. So, back off. :)
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