How can it be Wednesday, July 13 already? I can't believe how quickly this trip has gone--and I can't believe I can actually say that after such adventures as Through the Desert on Four Hours of Sleep and Finding a Whole Lot of Deer Very Very Late at Night in the San Juan Mountains.
We're in Vegas, keeping our distance from the g----ling. I don't even like to say the word, honestly. It is a minor quirk of mine that I will happily spend money on a microfragment of goose liver, but not on games of chance.
More to come--the photos below will have to tide you over until one of us gets around to blogging at more length.
A brief practical note: If you've ever seen an episode of Oz on HBO, particularly one where the gentle guy serving time for a DUI suffers horribly at the hands of the Aryans/Black Muslims/that one guy with the beanie who killed someone with a spork, then you have a pretty good idea of the relationship between us and Cingular Wireless. (Hint: We're not the Aryans.) After the AT&T Wireless/Cingular merger, both our calling plans became permanently locked and cannot be changed unless we buy new phones. Which wouldn't be so bad, except that when we left our home calling area, we entered something Cingular calls "the 99 cents a minute zone", also known as "the rest of North America."
A solution of some kind will be forthcoming, but if you're wondering why we haven't called recently, blame Cingular. We do.
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