The next morning we woke up to frost on the windows and a chill in the air. We set our sights toward Las Vegas. All went well and soon we began heading through the mountains. Wow, I never have seen anything so big in my life.
We crossed the divide and came down out of the mountains into Salt Lake city and began our journey down the I-15 which follows the high plain of Utah all the way to Arizona. We hit the 25 mile mountainous corner of Arizona in early afternoon.
We finally made it to Las Vegas in late afternoon. As we pulled up to the first stop light in the town a cute little girl white Ford Ranger pulled up beside us. Oh my goodness she was the cutest thing I have ever seen.
She batted her head lamps and looked over at me and said, "Hi there big fella. Wanna go for a ride?"
I almost dropped my oil pan and said, "Oh yeah. Can I Old Dave. Can I"
Old Dave began to explain to me that everything in this town is not what it appears to be. He said that what looks good on the outside surface is usually rotten on the inside. He explained further that this town is all about money. We have it and they want it. Then they deceive you into believing that you had a good time giving it to them.
"So Ricky, the answer is no, you can't go. Just cool your injectors and focus on why we came here."
"Aw gee whiz. I never get to do anything fun."
The light turned green and the white girl truck sped off. "Oh man she had little pink hearts on her tailgate." Old Dave reassured me that I didn't want to have anything to do with a truck like her, but I wasn't convinced just yet.
This was a very different kind of place we had come to. Lights everywhere. Signs with flashing lights and digital billboards like I had never seen before. So much to see and look at.
Little did I know that the adventure was just beginning.