Aug. 11, 2011 at 2:55am with 16 notes
hikinglas vegasmewednesday night hikesmaking these last days count
You know what’s awesome? Climbing a 3,343 foot mountain and being able to see the intersecting, illuminated grid of orange streetlights, crawling cars, and empty plots of land where potential once stood that makes up the frayed fabric of this golden city, so much so that the same procession we witnessed of winking lights gradually sweeping across the contained valley as part of this nightly revival of neon brilliance could be seen by astronauts in the fucking thermosphere. It’s like we’re seeing our homes for the first time: cookie-cutter houses laid out to border winding streets, all to the backdrop of unrelenting, undeniable, and sometimes unbearable neon. This is home. I’m parting with it very soon. Strangely and understandably, the goodbyes get easier. And what’s even more so? Discovering a dead flashlight battery upon reaching the peak and having to later hike down a mountain using only raw moonlight, a flawed sense of direction, and fragments of “I’ll Make a Man out of You” to fuel the descent. You can’t begin to imagine our gratitude for the full moon. Not getting ravaged by a mountain lion is a cool perk too, I guess. 

You know what’s awesome? Climbing a 3,343 foot mountain and being able to see the intersecting, illuminated grid of orange streetlights, crawling cars, and empty plots of land where potential once stood that makes up the frayed fabric of this golden city, so much so that the same procession we witnessed of winking lights gradually sweeping across the contained valley as part of this nightly revival of neon brilliance could be seen by astronauts in the fucking thermosphere. It’s like we’re seeing our homes for the first time: cookie-cutter houses laid out to border winding streets, all to the backdrop of unrelenting, undeniable, and sometimes unbearable neon. This is home. I’m parting with it very soon. Strangely and understandably, the goodbyes get easier. 

And what’s even more so? Discovering a dead flashlight battery upon reaching the peak and having to later hike down a mountain using only raw moonlight, a flawed sense of direction, and fragments of “I’ll Make a Man out of You” to fuel the descent. You can’t begin to imagine our gratitude for the full moon. Not getting ravaged by a mountain lion is a cool perk too, I guess. 

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