I love Nevada. The mountains, the lakes, the rivers, the weather, the people, and a great many other things about it. I even like that we have casinos, not that I am a gambler (if I found that the sum total of random coins I've dropped in a slot machine exceeded $10, I'd be very shocked) but because... it feels like home.
It hurts when I read what some people think of my state. From this account, you'd think that Nevada was devoid of life, except for the sex parade of the Las Vegas Strip, a shameful place, with nothing useful to say, deserving only to be shunned and ignored.
For me, Nevada is an Awful Awful at the Little Nugget, swimming in the Truckee river, Shakespeare at Sand Harbor, stargazing on the Black Rock Desert, snow-tubing at the Tahoe Meadows, climbing Mount Rose, sleeping in a hammock, walking the streets of Virginia city, screaming for University of Nevada athletics, sunsets over the Sierras, and cows blocking a dirt road I need to drive down.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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Yep, that's exactly what Nevada is.
I MISS TENNESSEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Just kidding. I mean, I'm not kidding. But your state's okay. I'll tell you what I really miss now that I am away from the eastern states... The incredibly rich history. I was oblivious to it for the most part while I lived there. Now, what I wouldn't give to be back within (decent) driving distance of so much of our country's early history......
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