Snippets from the trip itself, though...
Roger was amazed to find that there were places in the United States where the speed limit went above 75. I think he took it as a personal challenge. Let's just say that we made it from Cedar City to Vegas in under 2 1/2 hours - and that was with parts of I-15 down to just 1 lane.
He did take time to question some of the naming choices made by my founding fathers - or at least the pronunciations thereof. For example, Hurricane and LaVerkin rhyming, Kanarraville, Virgin... I brought up Kalamazoo and Hell in Michigan, not to mention Willamette, Couch, Champoeg (that's pronounced Shampooy for you non-Oregonians). That last one shut him up.
The Tuscany Suites in Las Vegas were... adequate. I think if we had gotten in sometime before midnight, I would have like them better, but while the concept was cute (a bunch of villas arranged around a main house), the toilet was about 6 inches lower than I am used to (I'm spoiled) and clogged immediately. Not something you want to deal with after 6 hours of flying a sub-Greyhound airline and arguing with Hertz. Oh, and in the 6 hours we were there, I heard at least 7 police sirens. Admittedly, you don't generally to go Vegas to sleep, but it would have been nice to get at least a couple of hours.
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