When you’re already in the desert, there’s no reason to walk a mile further. If your one mile out or twenty miles out it doesn’t matter, because you’re already in complete desolation. The entire experience of the desert is that it’s a brutal, hot and exhausting environment. It isn’t nice and it isn’t pretty. Las Vegas used to be the pit of America. The only reason you would go there is because you wanted to be alone. Over time the city changed and the population gradually increased to more then two million. Now Vegas is a place to act your worst. Where you can drink your stain clean. Even though Sinatra and the mob are gone, there still remains a certain sentimental attachment to the way things used to be. There were rules, and a certain way things were done. When those things weren’t done, there was always a desert and a hole in the ground. Lots of the live acts and shows around the city, are now being replaced by EDM, electronic dance music. The clubs are outpacing casinos. Some of the larger clubs will see between eight and ten thousand people a night. Our experience here has been something out of the ordinary. Maybe we're just not used to the countless sirens and the smoke filled rooms. However we would definitely recommend "la reve" show at the Wynn casino. For now we still prefer the peace and tranquility of sleeping in the middle of no where. Which is why our next stop on the journey is marked as the lowest part of North America (86 meters below sea level) and holds the record for the highest recorded temperature in the world (56.9 degrees Celsius on July 10, 1916). Where is this you ask? Death Valley National Park, spanning over eastern California and southern Nevada