Just returned from a trip to Louisville, Ky., which is why I haven't been posting.  It was my baby g'daughter's first b'day.  We had a wonderful visit and enjoyed watching her walk around the house and play with her new toys. 
I was disappointed not to see any blue grass, if there really is such a thing in that border state. We didn't take the time to visit either the Muhammed Ali Museum or the Louisville Slugger bat factory, but we did visit a couple of great restaurants, an ice cream shop, and a bakery.  You can see where my interests are! [None of these things exist where we live.]
I abhor traveling and so that part of it was an ordeal for me.  But coming home over the Rockies and into Vegas was interesting, since I had a window seat.  The closer we got to Vegas, the more desolate and lifeless the landscape appeared. The brown earth was all contorted and folded over upon itself, with endless ranges of nothing that appeared the least bit hospitable, just vast twisted spines of gray mounds cut by intermittent gashes and gullies.  Long roads seemed to follow the valleys and contortions of the earth. Finally, nearing Vegas, Lake Mead appeared, a huge turquoise water basin in the midst of gray mountains and brown earth.
Once into Vegas airport, we caught a shuttle for a two hour drive to St. George, Utah, where my truck awaited us.  By then it was dark and there was another two hours before we were home.  Driving through Zion National Park, we had to watch carefully, not just due to the curving road but being careful to avoid hitting a mountain goat.  Once through the park, we still had to stay under the speed limit while watching not to hit a mule deer.
That fills my travel quota for awhile...