The little one had the opportunity to meet both sides of my family and enjoyed it to the fullest extent. No complaints and the social bombardment came at no ill mental suffering. Unfortunately the life back in Las Vegas is less than social with busy work schedules and my own antisocial behavior. There was only one time when one of the relatives was rather loud that Mona got uncomfortable. Just like dada, not a fan of the loudness.
Now momma and dada did very well with the quiet pace of upstate NY. Much needed relaxation with the family volunteering for some baby duty. Even if for 10 to 20 minute increments it is very welcomed. The little princess has not had a babysitter yet as there is a serious distrust about the folks of Las Vegas.
Speaking of distrust of the Vegas people, after being in New York city and on Long Island this time around, for the first time I looked forward to being back in Vegas. Vegas is actually very quiet outside of the Las Vegas strip. Much more so than NYC and the areas within commute distance. The older I get the more I seek peace and quiet.
I used to attain such peace and quiet by going on the motorcycle adventures but these days my work travel is the only time away from the madness. Never too far, though.
Exercise, one of the other saviors, has been minimal. I love activity where one can get in the zone and go for hours. Hours I don't have. Yesterday there was an opportunity to get out on the fat bike. I love riding that thing. It is like a two wheeled Jeep with nothing but people power.
Loaded the truck with the bike and started scoping the southwest part of Las Vegas to go exploring and get some exercise. I used to ride all of these areas by dirt bike years ago before all of the building to the very edges of town. While cruising the desert I found a woman's high heel shoe, a desert tortoise shell and while headed back to the truck noticed a vehicle on top of the mountain.
Initially I thought it was a truck because it is very rugged terrain and a car would not make it out of there. That and my buddy and myself have been up there in his modified for rock crawling truck. Instead of going back to the car I decided to ride up to the car which looked like a Lexus LS or Mercedes S class. To get to the top of the hill it required circling around the base of the mountain to catch a trail since the side of the hill is too steep for ascension.
The further I got the more it puzzled me that a large luxury sedan had made its way up there. Had to be a theft. Coming to the last steep drop at the top of the hill to where the vehicle had been abandoned it took footwork to get down to it. Too steep for a bicycle even if I was on fat tires! While climbing down I took many photos of the footprints before I damaged them from the climb back out.
Maybe a man and a woman did this since the shoe sizes are large and small?
As I got to the car it left a feeling of disgust. Whether this was abandoned by the owner(s) or it was a theft and abandoned, it did not bode well. When I called the police department to report it they checked the VIN and said it had not been reported stolen. What do you think?
Speaking of the police, when the VIN came back as not stolen they said they could not do anything about it. Then handed me off to another agency to report the vehicle as abandoned to go get it. Crazy that if you do not report something as stolen(what if you are incapacitated or dead) that the police will not lift a finger?
I collected all sorts of visual evidence for the stolen Mercedes S420 located in the southwest of Las Vegas behind the Wet and Wild water park. You cannot see it unless you go back into the desert.
Just when I was starting to appreciate Las Vegas after this last trip to NYC and this casts the same old feelings that I used to have about this town. Too many shitbags wind up here.