Until next time, bro

The desert air was crisp as Chuck and I watched the first golden rays paint the Las Vegas skyline. It has been a while since our last impromptu trip.  The familiar camaraderie was instant. With coffees in hand, we navigated the waking streets of downtown Las Vegas, marveling at the surreal blend of neon and natural light, ready to see where the day would take us beyond the Strip's usual allure. Our quest for authentic Vegas led us through vibrant alleyways and hidden corners, revealing an incredible treasure trove of murals.  Spying a smooth, empty stretch of pavement near one particularly striking piece, the old urge kicked in. Out came the skateboards we always throw in the car, and for a glorious hour, we were teenagers again, grinding and cruising, the city's artistic heartbeat thrumming beneath our wheels. Later that day, trading skateboards for a wider lens, we toured the colossal Hoover Dam, dwarfed by its engineering marvel.  Until next time, bro.