The Dog Days Of Summer

Chill with our tales of hot jobs, clever dogs, cars with busted A/C, sweet mountain getaways and memories of summers past.

Hot Jobs

Photo by Bryan Hainer

Can’t catch a break

On a scorching summer day, the humble backstop is a hero just for being there | Read more…


Photo by Isaac Brekken

The Man Who Listens to Pigs

For this Las Vegas farmer, summer in the sty couldn’t be any sweeter | Read more…


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Summer Job, With Icing

Being a cupcake is no bowl of cherries | Read more…


Mountain Retreats

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Luxury Plus

Sure, Terranea will pamper you, but it will also send you on adventures to remember | Read more…


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So Close and Yet So Far

The Resort on Mount Charleston | Read more…


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Fly In, Bliss Out

Montage Deer Valley, Park City, Utah | Read more…


Staying Here

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Staycation, All I Ever Wanted

Las Vegans have increasingly turned during the recession years to a marriage of convenience: the Vegas staycation, where locals stay on the Strip and act like tourists. | Read more…


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Sunny Memories, Made in Vegas

School’s out, and the memory-making season has begun. It’s a season of long trips and back-seat bickering, one that has, perhaps, always been better in retrospect. After a couple of decades, car sickness becomes funny. | Read more…


Summer Memories

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Newman

Wandering the mean streets of Summerlin, this hot dog could play all the angles | Read more…


Illustration by Joseph Bergin III

Cars of a Certain Age

Guys like to talk cars. And even more than that, they like to talk about their first cars—demonstrably dysfunctional cars, gasping through the badlands of long-lost teenage summers. | Read more…


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Hotfoot

A summer camp, a rivalry and a hot concrete slab | Read more…


Remember the Heat

Somehow, the extremes of summer make our days more memorable. Here are some of our reminiscences. | Read more


Suggested Next Read

So Close and Yet So Far

So Close and Yet So Far

By Xania V. Woodman

I woke to birdsong. It was the first time in a long time that I hadn’t peeled my eyes open to the sound of the neighbors’ yipping mongrels, a buzzing saw, a garbage truck—the soundtrack of suburbia. Up here, it’s quiet save for the occasional birdcall against the refrain of a steady, gentle wind. It’s a welcome change along with the drop in temperature: On average, Mount Charleston is 20 degrees cooler than the Las Vegas Valley below.

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