Eight hours to Vegas and eight hours back. The drive wasn’t too bad (better than paying too much for air tickets), but it’s true that’s it’s a desert out there. Hot, windy, and not so much as a gas station – it was truly a desert trek with a bit of tri tip thrown in:)

Philly eats

Food in Philly was on point, but much to the disappointment of Everyone (!) I didn’t eat a Philly Cheesesteak.


I did eat a great pork sandwich at Dinic’s in Reading Terminal Market and a elegant (and supremely buttery) roast chicken at my hotel. Truthfully (sadly) there wasn’t much time to seek out great eats. I always leave a reason to return…(food, mostly to eat more food).