I have never stepped foot in Nevada. Not even in a just passing through manner via an airport. I spent the last week in August there. While it was pretty much for work, work had me outside a lot. It was hot, but the dry hot, not humid hot that’s here in the South. I was in long sleeves and heavy jeans one day and it was easily a hundred degrees, but I was comfortable. I was hot, but it wasn’t that oppressive kind. I may be back that way in the future and for a number of months. I don’t think I’d mind. I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas.

So while home was getting rain bands from Gustav before it became an hurricane and said hello to the Gulf area of the states, my days were filled with bright bright sun, heat and a hell of a view. Mountains as my backdrop, even though the foreground was desert, it was still a nice change in scenery.