Environmental Change
We pulled into the gate of Red Rock Canyon preserve. Barry’s rumbling voice seemed to be a source of annoyance for the lady in the booth selling parking passes. We noted her look of derision as we paid the entry fee but quickly turned our attention to the ineffable multicolored mountain vistas ahead. While attempting…
I eagerly redlined the car as we left the congested antics of the Las Vegas Boulevard, making our way to our destination, the Valley of Fire. I was excited to leave the bright lights and entrancing entrapments of the city for the peace offered by the desert. We fled as men who were just freed…