So you're in Las Vegas. What would you do?
Party till dawn on the Strip? Hang out at the casino bar and watch your sports bets live or die? Go to a show? Sleep off your hangover till noon?
Of course not. You would do exactly what I did. Drive up into the Spring Mountains (it's not that far), camp in winds strong enough to blow the lid off a dumpster, wake up at 7 a.m. to eat your Grape Nuts with dried fruit soaked in cold water, then throw your Mac in your pack (I'm training) and hike into the Mount Charleston Wilderness.
That is what you would do. Right?