Las Vegas

After 26 or so hours of driving, we finally made it to Vegas. I slept for thirteen hours last night. I can't remember another time when I was so tired. However, I feel so much better, illness wise. I still feel like I was roundhouse kicked in the back by Chuck Norris, but I don't feel as though it will end me. The drive was breathtaking. Growing up in the Rockies never prepared me for the arid, crimson rock formations here. So far, that's my favorite part. The landscape. Cities are one thing. Off to the Hoover Dam!