Las Vegas: Day 4 | Whipped Cream and Red Rocks
Today we started out at Cracker Barrel—like any great day should. I asked for Pecan Pancakes with whipped cream. Unfortunately, waiters/waitresses never understand. When I say I want whipped cream, I mean, I want WHIPPED CREAM. As in, full coverage. Like, if I can see my pancake, I don’t have enough whip cream. Yet, I survived.
Me: *Slaps him across chest*
My grandmother looking especially tiny against the red rock.
3/4 of the Booth Kids feeling kind of cool on the top of one rock.
One pretty cool looking view from afar.
We took one hike, it was about a mile long and was well worth it. Some people were repelling, propelling, and climbing. Impressive and terrifying. We drove around the full 15 miles stretch and found ourselves in complete exhaustion by the end. Next, came the long ride to Arizona. Just the girls. The boys stayed behind to do manly things like archery. The beginning of the drive started something like this:
Ellie: I have been keeping track in this notebook. You guys have annoyed me 16 times.
Me: What? I didn’t hear you.
Ellie: You guys, have annoyed me 16 times.
Me: I’m sorry, how many times?
Ellie: 16 times.
Ellie: 17 TIMES! YOU HAVE NOW ANNOYED ME 17 TIMES!
So, clearly, it was going really well. Not too long later, we stopped for Subway where Ellie ordered her sandwich with a side of spinach and literally ate more of the spinach than of her sandwich.
Flight delayed? Check.
Missed connecting flight? Check.
Next flight in 12 hours? Check.
Airport won’t get you a hotel? Check.
Airport will provide “safety with managers of minors in back” for the night? Check.
Guy behind you asks if he can pay for your hotel room? Check.
After a 3-hour drive to our hotel, my mom dropped Ellie and I off and left for another 2-hour drive to get the last Booth Child. The other rough ending of a day happened for the boys. My dad, on his way to meet up with us in Arizona, had an asthma attack and had to stop and turn around to go back to a city that had an urgent care. This set them behind a few hours. So, my grandfather ended up driving the rent car, but only for about an hour before stopping for ice-cream to keep them awake.