Vegas Visit with the Kids Is Drenched in Debauchery
But we were heading back from a trip to the Grand Canyon and the Vegas Strip seemed a natural stop — another mystifying spectacle, not unlike the canyon itself in its dazzling scope and strangeness. Besides, where else can you see Egypt, Paris, and Manhattan in a single road trip?
Getting to those theme hotels is tricky, though. You walk a lot in Vegas, even to catch a cab or hop on the monorail. And strollers are a burden on the city's endless maze of escalators.
You can't get anywhere on the Strip, either, without plodding through casino after casino, and despite the colorful, dinging, video-game-like appeal of the ubiquitous slot machines, kids aren't allowed to play. If they even stop walking long enough to watch Dad play a game, a security guard nudges them toward the door.
Having grown up in our new smoke-free world, my kids were irritated by the cigarette smell in the hotels — and surprised to see people knocking back cocktails before noon.
"Jeez," my 10-year-old snorted, "do people just come here to smoke, drink, and gamble?!"
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