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Meaningless expended energy. Staring at the
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
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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
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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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