Chipotle tastes so much better under palm trees.
I landed in vegas, got into my quite spiffy hhr, and went out on my destinationless mission to find cool landscapes in the desert. Before I could do that, I ran into a chipotle and couldn't resist. I ate outside in 68 degree weather, under palm trees, with views of huge snow covered mountains. Almost perfect. Shortly after, I was on my way to lake mead. When I got there, I didn't even know it. It didn't take me long to realize that the lake the mighty hoover dam holds back was over a hundred feet low. It was basically empty, and didn't leave much to stand in awe of. I decided to cut my losses, and seek out the dam itself.
The hoover dam, albeit man made, is quite majestic. It's amazing how they created this thing so long ago without the technology we have today. There is so much concrete there, I think my grandpa would be in heaven. Anyways, I would have much rather seen something natural, but it was still worth it. I wasn't feeling all that good, and I didn't have anything else to do, so I sought out my hotel for a place to relax. The time change was actually affecting me.
The boulder city hotel is a nice historic building with a crazy front desk lady and a grand piano. The room is alright, but there are no blankets and the tv is relatively as small as the plane I took out of cleveland. Somebody called the front desk and said I had my tv too loud, which leads me to believe the walls aren't insulated. In any event, I walked into my room at four pm, and its 6am and I still haven't left. I was planning on getting some food and picking up some ladies, but my body needed to repair. I woke at 12am and swore it was 6am. Crazy. I'm going to take a shower and get some free breakfast. Sarah will be landing in three hours!