After our nap at the Grand Canyon, we were going to stay the night and camp. But first, we left the park to go out for lunch. As we were at lunch we started talking about how funny it would be to just leave and make a spontaneous trip to Vegas. None of us had ever been as 21 year olds, and we thought we owed ourselves something nice for sleeping in a car in Flagstaff, AZ the night before. Soon after this conversation, we booked ourselves at the Stratosphere via Priceline, and were on our way.
We gambled about a dollar each. (We are poor musicians with literally no money.)
So, we are at the farthest possible point on the strip from our hotel. We were all anti getting taxis. So we walked, and walked, and walked. We had walked over 3 and a half miles there, so when when arrived at the hotel we had walked over 7 miles! By the end of the walk, we were walking in a semi angry silence at how much our feet hurt. It was a good sleep that night.
The next morning, we laid by the pool, got some lunch, and were on our way to Slab City, California.