We drive 1/2 an hour west out of Vegas to the Red Rock Canyon Park, the clue is in the name.
Mark goes running up a hill but forgets that he is already at 4,700 ft so the climb is more draining than expected. I am thankful that I get to walk this one out with the rest of the Taiwan contingent. And it’s hot, in fact it’s so hot that I don’t want to drink. While Mark does 4 miles we probably manage just over 1.
Back home to ingest the remnants of last nights BBQ for lunch before a trip to the dog park where I have an altercation with a young unfixed lab, I don’t like being dominated by these pups, and an attempted play with a ridgeback who seems more interested in some other mut.
They finish their day at a Mexican restaurant and get through more than one pitcher of frozen margaritas.