Las Vegas

Well, Granpa has finally forced me to agree to a night in Las Vegas.  I don't want to.  It's not that we're gonna step foot into a casino or even step out of the hotel after dark, I just plain don't want to. That city gives me the creeps.  Would I live there?  If the Lord directed our steps.  But we'd live in the suburbs, and it would probably seem pretty normal.

I love the snow-capped mountains in the background,

but I don't cotton to the smog hanging over the city.

Those electric power towers look like ships masts.  They are all over Las Vegas.  Wonder why?

But before we even get into the city, God blesses ME with something I never expected to see just on the outskirts of town!!

No, they are not statues.  They're very real.

They are magnificent!! and standing right beside the highway!!

I wonder how the obvious leader got the tip of his horn broken off?

Granpa took so many fabulous photos.  I wish I could share them all.  

Everyone hates other people's vacation photos; everyone loves animal pictures.