Each morning when I awake, I usually look up and out toward the sky to see if the sun is bright, or the sky looks dull. This morning, the sky was once again dull, not much sunshine was popping through the California fire’s smoke fog. Yuck.
I took a quick ride to the party store earlier for some adult beverage supplies, my mask strapped on tight. Note, people here generally don’t call a 7-11 store a party store.
Apparently, this is a Michigan term. In the photos, the Las Vegas Strip looks incredibly hazy, fully engulfed in the nasty, thick smoke fog. In the next photo, our 7000 foot Gass Peak which is many many miles northeast of me, is a bit difficult to see because of you guessed it.
It’s gross looking and sad, isn’t it? Gladly, I’ve not contracted another damn headache from the smoke today. The last image is Lone Mountain, it does stand alone from it’s much larger neighbours to the west and is a favorite hike for Vegas locals.
Not me though thanks to my heart problem. I was diagnosed with CHF in 2002 but I’m still alive and kicking, baby! Never let crap like that slow you down, gotta keep moving on!