in homage to one of my heroes, Howard Hughes.
Without, regrettably, the drugs.
I spent two miserable days in my robe, mixing whiskey, NyQuil, and this lemon I'd picked back in Palm Springs,
...before deciding I'd had enough of THEHotel. They say, ''What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." I certainly hope
that's true. It was a dark, rainy day, so reluctantly, I gave up on Death Valley and headed south, into the mountains
of Mordor.
A brisk 306 miles later, I found myself here, just outside Phoenix.
Great roads if you wanna make time.
A stately Saguaro,
...makes a good perch for a hawk. I took the hint, found a hotel, and fell asleep, exhausted.
