Las Vegas mystifies me with its round-the-clock gambling venues (breakfast and a roll of the dice?), pedestrian routes geared toward moving more walkers through casinos, and homeless people sleeping on walkways. Even in the spare-no-wattage glare of Sin City, real-world misery cannot be obscured.
Despite all the reckless indulgence and its aftermath, pleasant surprises await. The Brawny Sherpa and I find one during a search for coffee in Treasure Island.
Past pirate ships at low tide and sirens of an unexpected sort, we suddenly find a real treasure: a carved tusk of a woolly mammoth. This is not something I expect to see on this trip, in this place, but the carving is worth a visit to Treasure Island.
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