The hot Nevada wind pleasantly tousles my damp hair. The Super 6 motel room didn't have a hairdryer, nor did it have:

shampoo bath towels a fridge cold water in the tap a conscience on the part of the owners.

Furthermore, with a trained housekeeper's eye, I found a hair on the bathroom floor (8 out of 10 on the tragedy scale), and with the naked eye - a plump, charming mouse (just hilarious:).

While we wait at the stop for the BHX-Boulder Highway Express bus, which runs straight to downtown Las Vegas, and feel like seasoned travelers - there's time to jot down some background.

Bro and I decided to treat ourselves to a vacation. Our rocker souls craved romance, and a month ago, almost all our summer savings were spent on booking plane tickets to Las Vegas, and the month itself - on meditating over a map of the Grand Canyon National Park.