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	slot machine. Boredom within excess and extreme materialism.  There is 
	nothing here.  I fantasize about this wide
	strip disintegrating into thin air as the people in front of the slot 
	machines stand lost in the desert.  Dusty quarters are all around. 
	Driving through the desert mountains,  all around us were horizontal 
	stripes - empty highway lines and wires strung out long across empty 
	land. Clouds create shadows and shapes that crawl silently over the 
	hazy jagged desert hills. For three nights the view from my bed was a spire of flashing, 
	pulsing, blinking, sparkling neon and lights.  I stared at it as I 
	fell asleep. Tall slender Michelle from New York posed for us this morning.  
	She grew up here, and just happened to be here this week while we 
	pass through. I'm uplifted by her personality and friendliness.  I 
	would like to see her again in New York. |  |  |  | Michelle's father is a police officer. He was 
	a little perturbed about her posing this 
	morning, but she doesn't mind.  Her parents don't work in the gambling 
	industry, but they love bingo.  Michelle 
	says that if she ever moves 
	back, she will live in the Travel Lodge - it's so cheap and has a pool 
	and breakfast. It's right on the strip so people can visit her and be 
	right there. Imagine growing up in this town?  Michelle says it is very 
	different.  The strip with all the outrageous, over the top theme 
	casinos used to be just a couple of small places in the middle of the 
	desert.  Now it's a totally out of control contest to out do each 
	other with volcanoes, sinking ships, battles, laser shows.  Any 
	glamour is gone but the money reigns supreme.  Driving out of Vegas 
	through Nevada and into Arizona and Utah.  Red Rock mountains with 
	flat tops.  I wonder what it looks like up there.  I wonder if I could 
	walk around up there. |  |  |  |  |  For the first time we're seeing desert plants besides the ever 
	present sage. Smallish trees that are cactus like, prickly green 
	with spiky ends on the limbs.  We drive by dry river beds and a 
	few scattered casino resorts - elaborate pumped 
	up green golf course 
	grass sticking out among the browns, oranges, tawny amber colors.  
	The highway in front of us looks like it ends at a mountain.  We 
	drive into a huge crevasse - blasted from the rock.  The striated 
	lines of jagged rock tower on either side of us in diagonal lines 
	of black, brown, red and green.  The landscape has made a complete 
	and dramatic change.  We are driving through huge red cliffs, 
	mountains, red rivers, rock and desert.  Nobody is here - they just 
	drive through.
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