There's not too many things in life that are better than the first day of a two week vacation. With Alaska still three days away and Dad not arriving till tomorrow, I proceeded on to explore a new trail. Although I was very familiar with the Railroad Tunnels Trail from the Visitor Center toward the Hoover Dam, I had never taken the section that heads up to Boulder City. As expected it was a wide flat grade with the rails and ties removed. The trail meandered in a big figure "S" as it headed uphill. Some frightened jack rabbits fled in terror as I loped along. The trail eventually led to a very exclusive neighborhood where multi-million dollar homes overlooked Lake Mead.
The rest of the day I was free to pursue my pleasures (Vanilla Soy Latte at Starbucks) and take care of a few things for the trip. After going weeks without a wrist watch I finally broke down and had the battery replaced. I figured with airport connections and rendezvous with my traveling party of Dad and Amy I better have a time piece.
Now all I have to do is figure out what time zone Alaska is in (I think it's the one between Las Vegas and Hawaii) and most difficult of all -- figure out how to change the time on the digital clock. I thought vacations were supposed to be stress free?
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