“Washington is not a place to live in. The rents are high, the food is bad, the dust is disgusting and the morals are deplorable. Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country.” -Horace Greeley.
Every year, twice a year we go to Las Vegas for the trade shows in the massive convention center halls. It’s a humbling experience to be honest and one that is, frankly, just part of the job. After attending these shows for the past seven years, it goes without saying that if Vegas was left off my calendar for a season or six I would survive.
If it weren’t for the adventures we have had Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area I don’t think I would survive the week. In the summer it’s a tough battle with the heat (bring and drink lots of water, it is so hot you won’t know how much you are sweating until it is too late) but still worth it. The park boast some incredible hikes for all levels with lots of open country to roam. If you head out on the intermediate trails (and above), you will likely encounter folks that take the outdoors pretty seriously (translation: it will be far less annoying and you won’t have to brush by a bunch of people checking in on Foursquare and whatnot), which is nice. When the hiking is done, take a seat and enjoy what is undeniably the best view in Sin City.
Before we discovered Red Rock, the thought of heading back to Vegas was a daunting one — somewhere between jury duty and a prostate exam — so in a weird way those morning hikes saved us.
When the trek and all of your other adventures at Red Rock are complete, you can replenish those burned calories at one of my three preferred Vegas dining destinations: Carne e Vino (ask for Cooper at the bar), Il Mulino and Lindo Michoacan. Dinner is guaranteed to be spendy (with the exception of Lindo), but that $7 you dropped at Red Rock Canyon will be the best money Vegas ever took from you.