I started this post almost a month ago now and it never saw the light of day because I lost internet mid-publication. So fed up by this turn of events, I abandoned writing and in the meantime had given in to adjusting to my DRAMATIC and DAZZLING new life in Nevada. I am now adjusted.
I live now in Henderson, NV, a big-box bedroom community nestled neatly to the southeast gut of Vegas. My travels leading up to my re-settling were improved by the presence of my father, who wished to make the journey with me. We had a fantastic time visiting Zion NP on the way. It is a stop I wish to make again, even having been there twice already.
First impressions (from the first day):
Tortoises are cool! I met some babies today as well as a large male (~60 yrs old). There were all friendly and wanted food, except one baby that bit my latex glove as I pulled him out of his "burrow" (buried tube).
The office and USGS scientists are all really nice and seem like they will be excellent to work with. I am excited to be working on some very research based projects and learning some statistics and experimental design.
Las Vegas really doesn't seem like it should be here. Its not a very nice city. I saw part of it that seemed a bit dumpy, and the Strip was pretty gross. Like dirty gross, even though it looks extremely expensive. Its like somebody purchased a Rolls Royce, plated it in gold, covered every inch of window with flashing rainbow neon lights, and them promptly vomited nicotine tar all over the whole shebang. It is hardly worth visiting again, unless I find some outrageous eating deal or ironically fun and affordable entertainment. Maybe white tigers.
There is a street named after Roy Horn.
[Since I wrote this, I have visited it again, but only to investigate the giant black pyramid where Carrot Top lives, as well as to collect "escort" cards from the strip-side Latinos who snap them at you. Later on, my co-interns and I decorated/defaced my roommates bed and walls so he would have a nice surprise when he arrived back from his 2 week wilderness survival training in Utah.]
I have met many tortoises, but most of those I track end up being deep underground in their burrows. We are told to "tap" them with tape measures so that they will come out to be probed by us scientists. This "tapping" hardly ever works, I think I have had a 1/20 success rate so far. This lack of success is probably because the tortoises are running out of juice and are about to pass out in their burrows for the winter. I can't blame them.
This job is pretty frustrating at times, and resists being interesting to me because I'm not included in the planning and we aren't told much about the studies we are working on. This is much different than my last job, and I feel like I enjoy it less so far. The living situation is fine, but the job is hardly more than physically challenging.
I really appreciated being put at the helm of a research project that was largely designed and executed by Brandon and myself. Now that we are jumping into a project halfway through, and because we are very temporary interns, I don't feel that same ownership and interest in what we are doing. Besides this, I miss the beauty of Wyoming. The Mojave is at times very beautiful, but is less comfortingly lush than the sagebrush I came from. I know that the desert can bloom unbelievably in the spring. Sadly, I probably won't see that. We'll see what winter has in store, but the weather has been fine and always sunny.
Overall, I haven't disenjoyed my time here so far. I really liked visiting my girl in Hollywood, and I look forward to future adventures in the West.
5 years ago