St. George to Las Vegas

After a week of glorious limestone, it was time to go back to Las Vegas. Mark had a security briefing for an upcoming celebrity HDR lingerie photo shoot at the Venetian, so they left a bit earlier than we did.

We were both amazed by the quantity of rock in the Virgin River Gorge -- there MUST be more to it than the crags at the western entrance. I pulled over and gazed longingly at the immaculate caves on the south side of I15. Next time.

I noticed ads for The GUN STORE. Hmm, maybe next time.

Upon arriving in Vegas and checking into the Suncoast,



Chloe, Amy, Charlie, Zoe and I headed to the Kraft boulders for a little climbing for a change. I got shut down by this beautiful V4, and not for lack of trying (or stacking of pad cheating). grrr.


Edit: Yes, it was a tad bit cold, and every once in a while a stray snowflake would flutter to the ground. The weird part is that it was at least fifty degrees.