Westward Ho! Vegas and Back With A Travel Trailer

  "A little bit of this town goes a long way." - Hunter S. Thompson I had to drag myself out of bed this morning.  It wouldn't be the first morning I've had to do that in Las Vegas, but it's not for the reason you'd think. Today was going to be a hard day - mentally and emotionally. When you've pushed the envelope as far as you can push it, you know it. It's burned hard into the back of your mind.  It was getting to that point. We had leveraged every bit of the continuing pandemic we could, squeezed every last drop of silver lining from the travel-restricted cloud some are calling "the new normal". With no impending travel on my schedule, the dogs with us, and nothing but a mortgage tying us to Houston this summer, we had opted to extend our vacation, and had already extended our Las Vegas stay twice - an additional four weeks over what we had originally planned.  The extra time we'd taken had been a boon, and I felt we'd used every b