47.50 Nevada: Old Vegas Trail, way above and away from the new Vegas gambling pit.

We've never done this hike before...in fact, we've hardly done anything in this large region, state, country and world. We once mentioned that each time we find and do something new or different, it creates multiple additional opportunities. This seems a contrary statement. Nevertheless, following the logic, it would seem the more one does, the greater are the openings available. When a person confronts the world, it soon becomes apparent who is finite and what is infinite. 

A view of Lava Butte, a hike we've undertaken a few times which is effectively, a walk to a peak without a trail. It's difficult in places, involves plotting a route both ways and provides excellent views of the colorful desert, Lake Mead and Lake Las Vegas. It's outstanding. It's tough.

By turning a few degrees to the left, our focus bacame Las Vegas rather than the colorful desert. Did not take much motivation to turn a few degrees back toward the right-side.

We intended to play golf that day but the lawn-mowing gang were in town.

A few more degrees to the right and a favorite, 'The Frenchman' came into view.

I looked up to see this fellow sprinting down the mountain as if being hunted. Turns out he was being chased. I waited a couple of seconds and lo and behold, Jenni appeared in hot pursuit.

Interesting formations as we approach one of the peaks.

Giving us the eye. The wild life of Vegas is not only found surrounding the tables.

A rather majestic gait as he turns and walks away from 'trouble' and her husband.

Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey