Sunrise as viewed from the top of Lone Mountain.
Sunrise at Lake Mead, when you’re the only person there waiting for it, and it’s not too hot yet and you’re just praying that today it’ll be a good one—and that it was worth getting up at ridiculous o’clock!
The Rio Secco golf course at dawn.
An empty I-15 at dawn.
Driving north on I-15 on Sunday afternoon while everyone going south sits in gridlock.
The drive back from Los Angeles at night as you go over the ridge and you see the glory and hype that is Las Vegas.
Flying back to Las Vegas after a vacation, knowing that millions of people envy that you live here.
Terminal D at McCarran Airport.
The outdoor patio at the Rio’s VooDoo Lounge, looking down at the intersection of Las Vegas Boulevard and Flamingo.
The nighttime view of the Strip, looking north, from the Foundation Room atop Mandalay Bay.
Andre Rochat’s cognac collection in Alizé at the Palms.
The mint julep in Carnevino at the Palazzo.
Jean-Philippe Maury’s chocolate-covered strawberries at Bellagio.
The Western frozen custard at Luv-It—beauty anyone can understand.
The seafood display counter at Chinatown’s Asian Market grocery store.
The feeling you get as you go somewhere that is local, and you feel local.
Walking between the buildings at the World Market Center and realizing that, yes, this is your city.
Standing in the middle of CityCenter and looking up.
The Golden Gate Hotel, and the fact that its phone number ends with the year it opened: 1906.
The new bridge between Nevada and Arizona, a stunning achievement that has gone totally unappreciated by too many of us.
The Henry Moore sculpture at CityCenter.
The fountains at Bellagio when playing Sinatra’s version of “Luck Be a Lady.”
Jersey Boys’ Rick Faugno hitting the high note in “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.”
The Beatles Love—the most beautiful show on the Strip.
The energy of Vegas on a high-profile night, like when there’s a UFC fight.
Weddings jumping out at you, as people commit their entire lives to each other.
The euphoric explosion in a casino as a big jackpot goes down and a tourist’s dreams come true.
A royal flush (won by me).
The $450 million raised for the Smith Center for the Performing Arts. We bark all the time about people with money not doing anything for Vegas. This proves us wrong.
The Cleveland Clinic Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health. It may be a small Gehry, but it’s our Gehry.
The Brookings Mountain West. To have this world-renowned, nonpartisan think tank in our backyard—at the most critical point in our city and state’s development history—is a gift.
The Springs Preserve: It’s damn nice.
The Fifth Street School, but the city needs to work on the building’s common outdoor areas when things get better. That should be a centerpiece of anything that occurs downtown—specifically for public use.
Three Square’s beautiful new building (4190 Pecos Road)—and within its walls the beautiful feeling of the community coming together to end hunger.
The dreams for sale in the windows of the designer stores at the Wynn.
The Chihuly ceiling in Bellagio.
The Holiday Motel sign at night along Las Vegas Boulevard.
The Neon Boneyard—vestiges of a time when Vegas was truly beautiful.
The parade of women in and out of the Las Vegas Athletic Club on Flamingo Road.
The Crazy Horse girls at MGM Grand.
Lisa Remillard, KTNV Action News morning anchor.
The insanely beautiful (and unfortunately married) pool boy at MGM Grand’s Wet Republic.
Hamlin Peak, which overlooks Lake Mead. It has the most glorious 360-degree view—of Mount Charleston, Red Rock Canyon, the rim of the Grand Canyon and the lake right below, dotted with little white sailboats. It’s all anyone could want.
Mount Charleston, one of the great and most accessible climbs in the West … and it’s only 45 minutes from the finest resort and entertainment corridor in the world.
Hiking Mount Charleston in spring when the aspen trees are in bloom.
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Red Rock Canyon on horseback after a rainy day, as the smells leap from the desert.
Hiking Turtlehead Peak at Red Rock Canyon, the quietest spot in all of Las Vegas. You can hear the silent trees …
The Clark County Wetlands Park, an underrated place for a walk, hike or good old-fashioned contemplation.