Before leaving Vegas, we hit one of my favourite restaurants – Hash House – for some Indiana-farm inspired brunch. Sage fried chicken with bacon waffles and chipotle salmon eggs benedict. Prepare to salivate.
And then we left Vegas. A flying visit but that is the only way my sanity can do it – after weeks of hiking and wilderness and sleepy motels, Vegas was a true shock to the system. Blaring horns, bustling crowds, endless smoking and the flickering lights of gamble and losses can really push a quiet mind. So, adios America – see you soon, hopefully for another trip to Lake Crescent in Washington, possibly the most perfect place on earth. Just look at that serenity.