The kids have left, the house has been quiet for a week. Stan and Jeanne suggested we drive North up ’95 for 15 minutes and have breakfast at the lodge at Mt Charleston. This seemed like a good idea, so we agreed.

Apparently in Winter you can ski on real snow on Mt Charleston. At this time of year, however, the sun is hot, the breakfasts are good, and you can’t see the Vegas Valley unless you climb to the top. Which we didn’t do, but now we know where to go, we might do it some other time.