[the 3rd degree]

This review of my recent trip to “The Lion’s Den” is brought to you by the word, “Reconnect”.

And it would be the recurring theme of what was a hastily planned journey back to Nevada. Things at home were overwhelming me that I couldn’t think straight. What I needed was an escape & a reboot of myself. As I looked into the schedule on who will be there, I found an opportunity to meet a couple of courtesans I knew, one that I haven’t seen in over a year. So, with flight booked, accommodations set, car rented, alerting one lady that I’m coming & on 36 hours with no sleep, it’s me, myself & I back to Nevada & back to Sheri’s.

As soon as I landed in Vegas, picked up the rental & had some lunch, I was off on my first task, surprising one lady that I’m here. Like before, I entered Sheri’s & took my usual position at the bar (sitting at the bar with my back to the jukebox). After a couple of Diet Cokes just to caffeinate myself, I was asked if there was anybody I wanted to talk to. Yes there was. I said, “Would Camille be available?”

It would be a few minutes before Camille would enter the bar area in an all too familiar red outfit (You know the one). A “Hi” was all it took to shake me out of my lost-in-thought look. I gave Camille a “Hi” back & a hug I’ve waited eighteen months for. I also marveled at her smile, now that she’s had her braces off. It was spectacular. We sat for a few minutes talking while she was in shock that I was here. Camille was genuinely excited that I was here (That sounds familiar). We decided to talk back in her room. It turned into more of a therapy session as I unloaded what was bothering me. Camille would be as I remembered; empathetic, supporting, caring, a true angel. We did touch on a possible meetup when I check into Sheri’s later in the trip. But it was time to head back to Vegas, so I thank Camille for the brief time with her & I left.

Unfortunately, this was the time when the big snow/rain storm that blanketed California was about to hit Southern Nevada. I thought I could beat it, but I was wrong. Trying to ascend the pass into Mountain Springs, I slid on the already slushy turned icy road, with a caravan of cars, trucks & snow plows slowly behind. I did get stuck & slightly scraped the rental. It took about 30-40 minutes before I had traction to continue & another hour before seeing just wet asphalt on the road to Vegas & my hotel for a bit. Not exactly the start I wanted, but my ranch adventures await, with a surprise even I couldn’t foresee.

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