Go for a refreshing dip in the steamy hot springs at Boyscout Canyon.
Thomas J. Story
At Boyscout Canyon, we wade through a series of natural hot springs until we reach a big turquoise-clear pool, tempered by a rushing cold waterfall, and jump in. "This sure beats gambling!" says the one other guest on our trip. Agreed.
That evening, we shift gears: Cruising down Interstate 15 in our Chevy Impala, we channel Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn in Swingers. A surge of excitement hits us as we near the Strip. We're dwarfed by the gaudy skyscrapers, shining by the light of the setting sun. The sky is pink, the traffic converging. Signs, signs, everywhere are neon signs. We're trapped in a real-life Lite-Brite, starstruck and overstimulated.
An all-glass elevator shoots us to the top of Thehotel at Mandalay Bay, to Mix Lounge, where we toast our trip from a patio table with a bird's-eye view of the entire Strip. Lights crawl like caterpillars along the edge of the Luxor Las Vegas pyramid. So many hotels. So many parking lots. The long, narrow bar, with its disco feel, deep booths, and dim light, is almost too cool.
Next stop is dinner at Daniel Boulud Brasserie at Wynn Las Vegas. Arguably the hotel on Las Vegas Boulevard since its splashy 2005 opening, the Wynn boasts a $2.7 billion price tag, a collection of van Goghs and Picassos that will bring you to tears, $500 greens fees, and a flashy website that takes two minutes to load. We allow a good half-hour to make our way 3 miles, but still we're late for our reservation. The effects of the long day in the desert sun kick in as we devour our steak frites and crispy duck confit, mesmerized by the changing colors of the "Lake of Dreams" light show outside.
Bedtime. Twenty-four hours down ― and, surprising myself, I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow.