The one and only reason we go to Las Vegas is to spend time with David’s son, Chris, and two granddaughters, McKayla and Alyssa. I know that there are a lot of people out there who love this town and choose to visit regularly, but neither David nor I are among them. He lived here for over twenty years; I was here for four, and that was enough … for both of us. We prefer a much quieter lifestyle now, whichi s good because that’s exactly what we’ve got.
But Vegas is a crossroads and, every now and again, our path intersects with friends from other parts ofthe country that we haven’t seen for a while, making our trip all the more worthwhile. And this was one of those times. A couple of friends we met when travelling up the West Coast a few years ago, Mike and Lisa Dobson, are taking a break from the water and are cruising the country by “land yacht”. They were going to be in the area, so we made plans to rendez-vous at Lake Mead.
It’d been over a year since our last visit so we had a lot to catch up on and only three days to do it in, but we somehow managed to squeeze in enough quality time to scratch the surface. David, the non-hiker, missed out on the highlight of the week – a ten mile (round-trip) hike to Hoover Dam along the Historic Railroad Tunnel Trail, the only remaining section of the system that connected Boulder City with all of the materials needed to build the dam. But three days goes by quickly and, before we knew it, our time together was over and the Dobsons were on their way to the Grand Canyon.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; good-byes are the only thing I don’t like about our lifestyle, but something we find ourselves saying all too often.
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