Today is the last day out here, sort of. I checked out of the hotel this morning, and after training is complete, I have about six hours of time to wander the area before I return the rental car and check in for the flight back home to Minnesota. The departure time is ten minutes to midnight, and I will end up traveling through the night due to the shift back to central time. I figure I will be home before noon on Friday. I have missed being home, missed the boys and Heather, too. Traveling is interesting, but like Dorothy Gail lost in Oz, there is no place like home. That statement was cheesy, but it is true. I like being home. Heather wrote me an email to tell me that she has been planting flowers like crazy all week. The temperatures at home have been much more moderate. Las Vegas is not in the high heat of late summer yet, but for a Minnesota guy in Nevada, this is uncomfortably hot weather. Fortunately, I have been reminded about ten times a day that “it is a dry heat.” Call it what you want, but from my perspective, it is just very hot in Las Vegas. It is a nice place to visit, do the training, and take some pictures, but I prefer Minnesota any day.
I have learned quite a lot in training out here and I am glad that I had the opportunity, but I am still looking forward to feeling that familiar rush as the plane lifts off the ground at McCarran and heads over the Spring Mountains and turns northward. Better yet, it will be wonderful to see the recognizable landmarks like the Mendota Heights water tower that I see every time I fly to the Twin Cities. When I fly in to Minneapolis in winter, the Koch refinery is the landmark that really draws attention, because there are so many lights there that the entire place is lit up like a Christmas tree, and that place is huge! This time around, the sun will be well above the horizon by 5:15 a.m. and the landmark of note will be the downtown Minneapolis skyline, reminding me that I am nearing my destination, and, “Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home!”
Oh, and though I don't mind visiting Las Vegas, I can understand why they say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I prefer Minnesota; Las Vegas can keep its secrets, though my visit was about training, working, driving, blogging, company paperwork, and photography, not necessarily in that order, because the best part of it was the photography, other than the homecoming which will soon be underway. I love that part.
I have learned quite a lot in training out here and I am glad that I had the opportunity, but I am still looking forward to feeling that familiar rush as the plane lifts off the ground at McCarran and heads over the Spring Mountains and turns northward. Better yet, it will be wonderful to see the recognizable landmarks like the Mendota Heights water tower that I see every time I fly to the Twin Cities. When I fly in to Minneapolis in winter, the Koch refinery is the landmark that really draws attention, because there are so many lights there that the entire place is lit up like a Christmas tree, and that place is huge! This time around, the sun will be well above the horizon by 5:15 a.m. and the landmark of note will be the downtown Minneapolis skyline, reminding me that I am nearing my destination, and, “Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home!”
Oh, and though I don't mind visiting Las Vegas, I can understand why they say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I prefer Minnesota; Las Vegas can keep its secrets, though my visit was about training, working, driving, blogging, company paperwork, and photography, not necessarily in that order, because the best part of it was the photography, other than the homecoming which will soon be underway. I love that part.
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