47.45 Nevada: The Frenchman, close to Las Vegas.

This is one of those hikes Jenni moved to her 'Not To Do' list. Fortunately, without much nagging, she weakened and undertook it and enjoyed the outing, again. Perhaps that's stretching it a bit but she did a fine climb. We passed a young woman on the trail who was struggling and after Jen provided some encouragement (and I think the woman, who was much less than half Jenni's age, felt if Jen could do it, so she should). We met again at the top and it was heartening to see her accomplish the challenge which earlier, she admitted, she was about to turn back. 

I concluded that while Jenni likes Frenchmen, she is not at all fond of 'the Frenchman'. 

Jenni arriving at the half-way mark.

The 'density' of Las Vegas seems apparent and it's pretty built up, too. (Forgive me but I do love the city...from afar and at height.)

The final climb on the way up.

The magnificence of the surrounding desert.

Mount Charleston, another redeeming feature for Las Vegas.

Jan 2017 from Red Mountain, Boulder City, NV for perspective.

On our return, Jen faces the formidable climb, the only incline on the way down/back.

Nearby, the wonderful Lake Mead.

Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey