In the Mojave Desert, summer really launches in maybe mid-May. Temperatures start building into what will be detested as summer. Try as outdoor Las Vegas leisure attractions do, there’s little anticipation of sun, fun, and frolic.
Yes, Southern Nevada resorts lure with dayclubs, DJs, and cabanas. However, the pleasure of sweltering on shaded concrete eludes my notion of enjoyment.
September after Labor Day is, as the French have labeled it, “reentry.” The speed of life acerates, living therefore resumes meaning.
August, though? Its 31 days are a continuous loll. What more is there to do in August than laze? Continue reading Almost Aimless August Days