Tired of the din of the smoky casinos, we leave Las Vegas for a hike at Owl Creek Canyon just 30 kilometres off the ‘Strip’. It’s blistering hot when we get there, so after tossing my camera and gear into my pack, I don sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat. The open desert gives us views of a rocky red escarpment, and after passing stands of towering pine trees, we venture farther into the cool of the canyon where we scale over lorry-sized jumbles of boulders and soak in crystal clear pools.
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