still in hell

As I said; I could see the Las Vegas strip. So I decided to try and walk there.

It was pretty cold out, I kept slipping on ice.

I thought it was supposed to be hot in the desert.

As it turns out; you can't really just walk from the airport to the strip, unless you can figure out a way to run across the landing strip.

I'm not sure what this is, but I will venture a guess that is some sort of injury.

I had only, maybe, gotten about 2 hours of sleep. So, I found a spot where I could NOT hear any slot machines and took a little nap.

On my flight to Phoenix; I sat next to a young lady who had just come from Eugene and now was on her way to Mexico somewhere.

She told me that her flights to and from Eugene were always getting canceled.

She also told me how drunk she planned to get while in Mexico.

This is a book titled Walter the Farting Dog. I can't believe that we are telling kids that farting is not only acceptable but funny as well. Granted my taking a picture of book about farting, and commenting on it might constitute a fart joke.

While I am no expert on the subject; it appears that the food court at the Phoenix airport has a large West Indian population. Who knew?

I got a baked potato at a restaurant specializing in baked potatoes and Philly cheese steaks.

I only felt vaguely gross afterwards.

This was an attempt at taking a picture of the Phoenix skyline.

I chatted with a young woman who had been part of the epic Las Vegas adventure. She was on her way back to Eugene from somewhere in the Middle West

We made jokes about how angry some of our co-passengers were.

As we waited; we ran into Haley from the Boys and Girls Club.

At some point the flight announcer woman began stalling and started to lead us to believe that yet another of our flights would be canceled.

After some vague excuses, that sounded a lot like "this flight isn't really as full as we would like it to be, lets cancel it and hope for better luck with the next one",we were eventually boarded and sent back to Oregon.

I was going to be pretty sad if I had to sleep on the floor at the Phoenix airport, as it was considerably more depressing than the Las Vegas airport.

32 hours later I was back in Oregon. My parking bill was $80. At least I didn't have to wait for my bags...they got there yesterday.