Sometimes Red Rock seems so tame with the paved roads , bus tours, and hoards of tourists that come up from the strip, but the Wild is still there. The howling wind and the bitting cold on my fingers as fumble around with my camera...that first bit of sunlight that dances across the red & white rock...or getting a glimspe of a huge ram surveying his standstone kingdom...yeah the Wild is still there I can feel it.
