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Room With A View, Las Vegas (No. 6)
The Las Vegas Beltway begins in Henderson at the I-11 / I-515 / US 93 / US 95 interchange, where traffic on westbound Nevada State Route 564 (SR 564, Lake Mead Parkway) defaults onto I-215 west. From here, the beltway primarily follows the former Lake Mead Drive alignment west to the Pecos Road / Saint Rose Parkway (SR 146) interchange. The highway then curves northwest toward Harry Reid International Airport before turning west to cross under Las Vegas Boulevard and I-15.
As the beltway passes under I-15, it changes from Interstate to county highway still maintaining freeway status as it heads nearly due west. Passing Decatur Boulevard, two one-way frontage roads (which formerly carried the initial beltway facilities) appear on either side of the highway. At Durango Drive, the roadway curves northward. The frontage roads end as the highway reaches Tropicana Avenue, but the freeway continues briefly west and then north again to intersect Charleston Boulevard (SR 159) near Red Rock Canyon. As it passes north through the community of Summerlin (part of the city of Las Vegas), the beltway meets Summerlin Parkway at a partial system interchange.
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Hi! Congratulations on your milestone 😊
I would really like to see something with Spencer x Reader and Blinding Lights by The Weeknd! ❤️
Hello my love! I’ve wanted to write a fic based on this song for so long! Set in place of 3.16 Elephant’s Memory.
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Blinding Lights
Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Summary - Spencer is ten months sober and struggling to ward off his cravings. When a case takes the team to his hometown, he knows there’s only one face that can keep him from falling off the wagon.
CW - heavy angst, hopeful ending, past drug use, thoughts of relapse, Spencer is just really sad, brief mention of a bad past relationship, tears.
WC - 3.8k
The golden medallion watched him thoughtfully from the dresser, the way any inanimate object could. He could feel the judgement rolling of it in waves, hearing its sickly sweet commentary as he stared unblinking at the opposite wall.
You’re not strong enough, it goaded him. You can’t do this alone. Relapse is inevitable.
Of course he knew a piece of metal couldn’t think, couldn’t chastise him, didn’t have its own voice to vocalise these vicious words. It wasn’t sentient. It was a coin, a simple gold chip. And anyway, the taunting voice following him around like a rain cloud sounded too much like his own for it to be anything other than his own intrusive thoughts.
His cell phone was next to him, tucked against his stomach as he lay in the foetal position atop the scratchy hotel bed sheet.
Since having to cut his meeting at Beltway short and joining the team for the case less than twelve hours ago, he’d tried calling the same number fifty two times.
Fifty two times he’d called and fifty two times he’d gotten the same monotonous voice in response.
The number you dialled has been disconnected.
Yet it didn’t stop him from calling the same number over and over until his thumb was numb and the beeping continued to sound in his ears long after he’d hung up.
It was said that insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Did he really think that after fifty two phone calls the line would become magically reconnected just because he was so persistent?
He wasn’t surprised exactly, but he was disappointed. It had been more years than he could count since he’d last tried to call that number.
No, that wasn’t true, Spencer knew exactly how many years it had been, he knew how many minutes it had been since he last heard your voice.
Five years, two months, sixteen days.
He’d been standing in your doorway bidding you his final goodbye before he flew to Virginia to start work at the BAU. You’d said you’d stay in touch and you had. For a time at least. And then life simply got in the way.
But today of all days when he was, as the literature put it, craving, for the first time in ten months of sobriety he needed to hear your voice. He needed to hear your dulcet tones on the other end of his phone telling him it would be alright.
And to make even more signs point towards you, the case had taken them to his hometown of Las Vegas.
He didn’t know for a fact that you still lived here but there was something in his gut that told him you were close by. He could feel your aura, sense you were within his grasp but just out of reach.
Without so much as blinking, he blindly reached for the dresser next to the bed and felt around until his fingers brushed over that taunting gold medallion.
He tucked it into his palm, squeezing so tightly it would surely leave indentations in his hand. It was meant to be a token to aid him, to keep him focused for the next two months when he got his own.
But it was simply serving as a reminder of his addiction and how much he would give to get high right now.
The dilaudid didn’t just allow for his escape from reality but it also offered him a reprieve from his perpetual loneliness. Spencer had been on his own for so long, fighting battles solo against demons who always seemed to win as of late.
Sin City had never felt as cold and lonely as it did right now.
Still clutching the chip in one hand he used his other to pick up his phone. He pulled up his call history whilst moving as little as humanly possible.
But this time he didn’t call your disconnected line.
He put the device on speaker and held it in his hand, finally closing his sore and tired eyes as he listened to it ring.
He counted four dial tones until his call was answered.
“Boy wonder?” Garcia’s tone didn’t hide her confusion. “It’s late, I thought you’d all called it a night?”
“It’s not about the case.” He barely recognised the sound coming out of his lips and judging by the long pause down the line, Penelope didn’t either.
“Ok. What’s up?” She sounded concerned, it was nothing new.
Since the team discovered his addiction it was the same tone they’d all used on him. It was growing tiresome.
“Can you find someone for me? Like if I gave you a name could you find out where they live?”
Another stretch of silence met his ears but he knew Garcia was still there. He exhaled through his nose and forced his exhausted limbs to straighten out, hearing the clicking of joints that shouldn’t be as worn down at his age.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, holding in a groan deep in his lungs as he got himself into a sitting position.
The medallion was still pressuring aggressively into his palm.
“You know I can, Reid.” Garcia finally spoke. “But you’ve got to tell me what this is about. If I’m going to help you, you have to be honest with me.”
The truth was that Spencer felt like he was drowning. During daylight hours he was just about capable of keeping his head above water but in the night was when he started slipping beneath the surface.
The whole team was worried about him, hadn’t stopped worrying about him relapsing, worrying about his monsters out running him.
If Garcia wouldn’t give him the information he needed, it was likely ten months was where his sobriety ended.
“I need to see an old…friend.” Now was not the time to be going into detail. “It’s important.”
It wasn’t as though he deliberately kept you a secret from his team, he just never felt like talking about it. If he talked about you then all the pain would come flooding back to him, the waves of heartbreak likely to wash him away to sea for good.
But still, in the midst of undoubtedly the worst time of his life, you were the only person that had a hope of making it better. You’d been there holding his hand when he’d made the decision to have his mother committed, you’d been his rock in that horrible time of his life.
He knew when he was like this, you were the only one he trusted enough. You were the only person who had ever seen him, all of him, both metaphorically and physically.
“Reid,” Garcia sighed as she spoke his name and he knew exactly what words would leave her mouth next before she vocalised them. “Are you ok?”
Are you ok?
Such a flippant and vague question, but one in which he’d been asked more times than he cared to count over the past year.
And it wasn’t just the question, it was the tone that went along with it. The pity veiled in a cloak of concern, the kind of concern you only had for a person on the brink.
“No.” He confessed, loosening his grip on the chip maybe in the same way he was steadily loosening his grip on reality. “But that’s why I need you to do this for me.”
The desperation, the agony of his fractured mental state must have come through in his voice because it was only a second or two before Garcia replied.
“Ok.” She agreed and he heard the distinctive clicking of keys down the phone line. “Give me a name.”
***
It failed to register with Spencer that it was gone midnight when he emerged like a shadow from his hotel room, creeping down the corridors as if he were nothing more than an apparition. Limbs moved of their own accord with the address Garcia had given him burnt into his memory.
He found himself behind the wheel of one of the hired SUV’s, foot hugging the gas pedal as he sped in the direction of your home. The gold medallion sat on the dashboard almost like a reminder that this wasn’t a venture to buy drugs.
As much as he wished it was.
He knew the roads in Vegas like the back of his hand and he traversed them on autopilot. One road blurred into another, his focus waning.
All he could really make out through his tired and heavy eyes was the assault of light around every turn, seemingly getting brighter with each new street he drove down.
It soon became blinding, piercing his retinas as somehow he continued to drive, but all he could see was light. It all felt like some kind of fever dream, the haze that shrouded his brain was so familiar somehow.
It was almost as if he was high. But that wasn’t possible, was it? He’d remember if he’d used, wouldn’t he?
No, he couldn’t be high, he was simply fatigued. He was exhausted from work, drained from the constant internal battle he was fighting over his abstinence.
He just needed to see your face, to rid his vision of these damn lights that seemed determined to impede his vision.
He never could see clearly since you’d been gone.
Somehow he ended up parking the SUV on a quiet and sleepy road and then once again, his limbs moving without his brain telling them to do so, he was climbing out of the vehicle, up the front steps of a building, and knocking on the door.
He didn’t know what he planned on saying when, or if you opened the door. He hadn’t exactly stopped to think this through, if he had done there was no way he would have just shown up at your door after five years. He had more sense than that. At least he usually did.
All he knew was that if he didn’t see your face he had absolutely no doubt he would relapse. It was an incredible amount of pressure to put on one person, his sobriety rested on your shoulders and you were none the wiser.
He rubbed his palm aggressively against his left eye socket while he waited, still someone seeing those blinding lights long after they’d disappeared.
Time had ceased to be relevant to Spencer long ago and so he had no idea how long it was he was standing in your stoop, rubbing his eye as if to somehow erase any trace of light still poisoning his retinas.
But eventually the door creaked open, slowly, cautiously; it was the middle of the night and of course you would be sceptical about someone knocking on your door.
He dropped his hand back to his side as you appeared from behind the door, your hands clutching the wood, ready to slam it closed again if you perceived a threat.
Your brow was furrowed and you were rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. But a fraction of a second later he saw the realisation flood your features, the recognition of the man on the other side of your door in the middle of the night.
Your frown faded at the same time your eyes widened in an animated fashion. Your jaw fell, leaving your mouth agape while you sucked in a thick breath. The hands that had been clutching the doorframe fell to your sides and you simply stared at him unblinking.
“Uh, hi Y/N.” He offered you a meek shrug which told you without the use of his words that he had no idea why he was here.
He stuffed his hands inside of his pockets and brushed his fingertips across the chip in an attempt to keep him grounded but it failed.
You remained silent, taking him in. He’d aged, of course he had, so had you. But in your mind he was still the twenty-one year old saying his goodbyes as he left you forever in pursuit of his own dreams, in the process destroying your own.
But it wasn’t just the fact he’d aged, he almost seemed like a completely different person from the one you remembered; a ghost of his former self.
The dark circles he always wore under his eyes were blacker than you recalled, a stark contrast again his sallow, alabaster skin. His eyes always held so much emotion, like his heart lived through his pupils but right now they were vacant, staring through you rather than at you.
His lips were cracked and split from profuse chewing, something you knew he only did when he was nervous or upset. His shoulders drooped, his neck retreated inside his sweater as though he just wanted to disappear inside it all together.
You took a few breaths, trying to hurriedly reconcile all the emotions running rampant within you so you could move past them and focus on this broken man on your doorstep.
“Spencer,” you swallowed as you spoke. “What are you…why are you…?”
“I’ve been trying to call. I’ve been…” his voice was trembling and trailed off to try and correct it, whilst also trying to clutch at the right words. “I’ve been on my own for long enough.”
The last part of his sentence was whispered, so quiet you had to strain your ears to hear him.
He hung his head, looking down at his feet as he didn’t want to see your reaction to his pathetic words. He grasped the medallion tightly, it still didn’t help him to feel rooted.
But then he felt your delicate fingers brushing against the underside of his jaw, gently guiding his face back up until your eyes met. Even when they did, you kept your hand on him and your simple touch was everything he needed to feel tethered again.
It was as if you realised this too, as your lip started curling into a soft smile and when you removed your hand from under his chin you were quick to place it instead on his wrist.
“You wanna come in?” You tapped his arm, causing him to dislodge his hand from his pocket.
He nodded a little too frantically, sending his messy curls bouncing into his eyes. But he didn’t seem to care.
With his hand free out of his pocket he hurriedly caught your own hand and the grip in which he held you showed off his desperation.
You offered him another smile before leading him inside by his hand. And somehow just thanks to your touch, he felt whole once more.
***
You made some chamomile tea while Spencer sat on your couch, eyes scouring the room, taking in every inch of your life. He committed everything to memory, drew a map of your home on his heart.
By the time you returned Spencer had made himself comfortable, his converse tucked neatly next to the couch and he sat with legs criss crossed, a big plush sofa cushion resting in his lap. He was toying with something shiny between his fingers but he quickly pocketed it when he saw you coming back.
You handed Spencer one of the mugs which he took with a small, tight lipped smile of thanks. You sat down on the other end of the couch, leaving ample space between the two of you.
Spencer took a sip and if he noticed it was scalding hot it didn’t even seem to register with him. He cradled the mug in his hands and sighed.
“I don’t know.” He croaked, barely able to maintain eye contact with you for more than half a second.
“You don’t know what?” You replied, giving him a slightly curious look.
“You want to know why I’m here. You were inevitably going to ask. And the answer is: I don’t know.” He sipped more of the tea.
“Ok.” There was no point in following that up, no use reminding him of how many years it had been because he knew that better than you did.
“I tried to call.” He said for the second time. “A lot.”
“I had to change my number a while back. I had some issues with an ex-boyfriend. He got…obsessed after the break up. It’s ok now though.” You shrugged.
Spencer noticeably winced, hating himself for not being able to be there for you during that time. It also had a little to do with the idea of you being with someone who wasn’t him.
He’d asked you to go with him. When he moved to Virginia, he’d asked you to go with him. But you had a life in Vegas, you had dreams of your own that you weren’t willing to give up in order to chase his.
And along the way you’d met someone else, of course you had. Just because he hadn’t even so much as looked at another person in the last five years, it didn’t mean you had to do the same.
But secretly, he’d wished you had.
He sipped his tea, his heart constricting inside of his chest at the thought of you with another man. You were each other's firsts; you were Spencer’s only.
When he didn’t speak again you put your mug down on the coffee table and scooted a little closer to him. He could feel the heat radiating off of you.
Spencer hadn’t been able to see clearly since you’d been gone, but now as he looked at you it was like a thick fog had lifted from in front of his eyes.
“Spence?” You brought him back to the present, eyes blinking at you several times. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
He copied you and put his own mug next to yours on the coffee table before lacing his hands together on the cushion in his lap.
“I’ve been…unwell.” He mused, remembering the terminology Ethan had used to describe his addiction. “I mean, I was unwell but I got better. And recently I guess I’ve been feeling…sick again.”
You tentatively reached out and placed your hand on top of his and he felt so instantly relaxed at the feeling of your skin on his.
“And you came here because…”
“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I just knew if I didn’t see you I would have done something stupid tonight. I…I’ve missed you.”
Of course he’d known he missed you before this moment, but Spencer had long ago compartmentalised those emotions. He tried not to dwell on them because if he did he probably wouldn’t make it out of bed most mornings.
Your absence had left a hole in his life. He’d tried filling it with work, and for the most part it had been effective.
But being beaten to death and back again in Hankel’s cabin, all those emotions managed to break free of the cage in which he’d held them captive.
Dilaudid helped mute them, helped him escape from the loneliness he’d harboured for five years. Being sober again, he’d been forced to feel everything.
You briefly squeezed his hands before softening your grip, unaware of just how much your touch was soothing him.
“It’s been so long, Spencer.” You breathed out, thumb caressing his knuckles. “I missed you so much and now you’re here…” Now you’re here I never want to be apart from you again.
“I know.” He nodded, knowing what you weren’t saying. “Me too.”
A quiet understanding passed between the two of you while you unlaced his hands so you could entwine your fingers with his.
All the pent up emotions clung to the walls of the room like stale cigarette smoke. Everything that had ever been left unsaid between the two of you being spoken without the use of words.
You sat like this for some time until, still keeping your hands interlaced, you stood up, tugging Spencer to do the same.
He let you lead him by the hand towards your bedroom where you let go of him so you could lie down on top of the made bed. He took a few seconds of contemplation before an encouraging smile from you convinced him to do the same.
You laid on your backs but your hand soon found his again and he held on so tightly as if afraid you might float away.
His other hand slipped inside of his pocket and he pulled out the medallion which he cupped inside of his palm.
With you there by his side, holding his hand, the chip was much less taunting of him than it had been earlier in the night.
It was never supposed to be an omen, but a talisman, and now he was seeing it for what it really was.
He had two months until he would receive his own, and laying next to you in your bed he finally believed he could achieve that.
He rolled his head to the side on the pillow and you did the same, a soft smile cloying to your lips.
“What…what happens tomorrow?” He couldn’t help but ask, always in need of answers to questions that didn’t always need asking.
You gently squeezed his hand as a small exhale left your parted lips.
“Let’s worry about that in the morning, ok?”
“I wish I could.” He rolled his lip between his teeth. “Maybe coming here was a bad idea. I don’t know if I can just leave again this time.”
“Spence,” you shuffled a little closer to him. “We’ll figure it out, ok? But if you think for a second I’m just going to be able to let you walk away again, well for a genius, that’s just dumb.”
Spencer couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips as his heart soared at your words. He brushed his fingers over yours whilst doing the same to his chip.
He exhaled a slightly shaky breath whilst turning completely onto his side and opening his palm so you could see the coin.
“It’s not mine.” He was quick to say. “I still have two more months to make my year.”
He didn’t need to say more than that. You mirrored his position and took the medallion from his open palm.
He wanted you to have all the facts, to have total transparency between you so you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. But he underestimated just how much you still knew him.
“I figured.” You whispered. “You’ll get there. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to help you.”
Once again his heart soared, his whole body feeling lighter than air. Tears he didn’t know had sprung to his eyes, started rolling down his cheeks but yet, he was smiling.
“I’d like that very much.” He nodded against the pillow.
You fell into silence after that and soon Spencer’s tired eyes started to flutter closed.
You’d been the one to show him how to love and along the way he’d forgotten. But now he was starting to remember it all. He’d been on his own for long enough and maybe, just maybe, you could show him how to love all over again.
Being In your presence, the voices in his head were silenced, the lights weren’t quite so blinding. And with your touch, he could finally sleep.
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Wasteland Survival Guide: Travel Talk - The Great American Road Trip (Commonwealth & Capital Wasteland -> New Vegas and Points West)
- Wow, so uh, you all really liked my post on foot travel between Fallout 3 and Fallout 4 locations, so buckle up and get ready for round two. Hello again, and welcome to my second absurdly niche TED talk on realistic travel in the Fallout universe (for fanfiction and tabletop RP purposes)
- Today we will be covering a topic that I have seen several people ask/post about: travel between Eastern and Western US locations in the Fallout universe, i.e., “how do I get my Courier to interact with my east coasters/how do I travel across the US when my last name isn’t Maxson”
- Good news, everyone: I have questionable and way-overthought answers for you – this time with maps
- I’m limiting this to FO:NV for western US areas because this is already a MONSTER post
- There are actually many good routes for this (I’ve driven some of them) but the simplest route takes your party from downtown DC to Las Vegas, NV – a distance of 2,421 miles – while only changing roads four to five times
- Most of that distance is on two highways: one you might know (I-70), and another we all know WAY too well (I-15, or the “Long 15” from FONV – yes it’s real and yes God help me I’ve driven long parts of it in rental cars)
- SO for starters I’d like to introduce those of you who may be unfamiliar to Interstate 70 (I-70), a highway that is the bane of my existence near and dear to my heart
- I-70 is long. VERY long. The “Long 15” in Fallout: NV is an impostor. IRL, the I-15 is 1,433.52 miles long. I-70 is 2,151 miles long. (I-70 isn’t even the longest US highway - I-90 clocks in at 3,020.44 miles, and spans coast to coast, from Seattle, Washington to Boston, Massachusetts. More on that later.) The US Federal Highway Administration gave us a great infographic for how stupidly long I-70 is when they tested new sign fonts in the early 2000s (there’s one of these at either end of I-70)
- This sign shows approximate distances in miles from I-70’s eastern end at the Baltimore Beltway (I-695) to Columbus, Ohio; St. Louis, Missouri; Denver, Colorado and Cove Fort, Utah
- That’s right – you can get most of the way across the mid-latitude continental US via one road (or by following a single post-apocalyptic rubble-and-tarmac pile). Map below (the mileage in the map is actually 30mi. off because Google Maps)
- Good news for your party: it is easy to get to I-70 from FO3 locations
- I-70 is either on, or just north of, the FO3 base game map based upon the locations you can travel to in-game. Why do I say "on or north of”? Well, Todd Howard & co. seem to have combined the continuity-of-government facility called Raven Rock Mountain Complex (in PA, way north of I-70) with another continuity-of-government facility called Mount Weather (in Virginia and way south of I-70) to give us the Enclave base “Raven Rock.” (The stuff we see in in-game Raven Rock seems to combine the publicly stated functions of both IRL facilities). So, it’s possible that I-70 is on the FO3 map and unmarked, or it’s alternatively possible that it falls a very short distance north of the map. Here is a map showing Raven Rock (pink icon north of I-70) and Mt. Weather (pink icon south of I-70) to illustrate the confusion. (Those of you who play FO76 will see some very familiar location names on this map as well)
- All of that said here are suggested routes from the Krispy Kreme outside the Dupont Circle metro stop in DC to the western end of I-70 in Cove Fort, UT -
Be adventurous and follow the Metro tunnels (uhhhh if MacCready isn’t in your party, anyway; please spare him) from Dupont Circle to Shady Grove Station; from there follow the I-370 spur to I-270 northbound to I-70 westbound; continue west until you hit Cove Fort, UT
Follow Connecticut Ave. NW north out of DC until you hit I-495 (DC Beltway); take this to I-270 northbound to I-70; continue westbound
- If coming from points on the Fallout 4 map and heading to points on the Fallout NV map, and you have followed I-95 south to Baltimore, MD – from I-95 southbound, follow the Baltimore beltway (I-695) to I-70.
If taking this route use the Baltimore Beltway’s outer loop/head westbound – if you take the inner loop/go eastbound around the Baltimore beltway you’re risking the Key Bridge being washed out.
Also, definitely start following I-695 when your party hits it the first time, not the second. I know it’s tempting to just barrel over the north side of the beltway/stay on I-95 south until you hit downtown and then try to take the Beltway’s inner loop north to I-70. There must be all kinds of phat lewts in downtown Baltimore, right, and this route would let your party investigate on the way? But to do this you’d have to get off I-95 and onto I-895 to go through the Harbor Tunnel which probably would have flooded in the intervening 210 years. End result? Your party is now stranded on the wrong side of the Harbor. No bueno
But hey, if you do hit up Baltimore’s Inner Harbor and survive, you can go see the USS Constellation, sister ship to the USS Constitution - that’s the rocket-powered tall ship crewed by robots in Fallout 4 - so that’s fun
- Once you get to Cove Fort, UT, your party will discover the best part about I-70: the road it dead-ends into. Everyone please welcome back the highway you spent half your #$!*ing life on as Courier 6 in Fallout NV
- That’s right: I-70 takes you all the way across the US from the Fallout 3 map and plunks you directly onto the I-15, FONV’s main north-south thoroughfare
- Bonus: I-15 takes you from Cove Fort, UT to Las Vegas, NV by way of Mount Zion National Park, UT (Honest Hearts map area in NV) – that area of the NV map is just a slight detour from I-15 onto State Roads 17 and 9
- Second Bonus: guess what else I-15 runs past? Big Mountain. Abbreviation: Big Mt. Bastardization: The Big Empty
- The takeaway here is that you literally only have to change which road your party follows four (4) times to get from Dupont Circle’s Metro stop to Las Vegas. I have to imagine that any cross-country caravans might follow old I-15 and old I-70 for this reason
- I mentioned I-90 as leaving Boston and heading due west. Like I-70, I-90 intersects I-15, but much farther north . I’m not recommending that route because it is MUCH easier to go on foot down the East Coast than to go on foot from I-90 in Montana due south all the way through the Rocky Mountains to reach Las Vegas. Nevertheless it is a viable alternate route from the Fallout 4 map to points west, so I’ve included this info
- I headcanon Kellogg got to Boston from NCR territory by following a portion of this route as well
- Here’s the travel itinerary/mileage breakdown:
Provided you are able to vaguely follow these routes, it’s 2,421 miles from the Dupont Circle Metro Station in DC to the Strip in Las Vegas
Traveling at a rate of 2.5 mph on foot for 8hrs./day (with no breaks) the absolute MINIMUM foot distance travel time is 121.05 days
That’s about FOUR MONTHS one-way with no breaks
And that is very optimistic: this route crosses through BOTH the Appalachian AND (more relevantly) the Rocky Mountains. I have driven the Rockies. Those grades are STEEP
There are forest fires and plains fires and tornados and dust devils and, uh, just deserts, as well as heavy snowfall areas, plus rockfall/mudslide/avalanche risk areas, on this route
God help your party if you go past Nevada into FO1 and FO2 territory – then you’re also liable to get tule fog, Santa Ana winds, more forest and brush fires (on a HUGE scale) and earthquakes - I have driven in/through these in the southwest and central Cali and they were not super fun, definitely would not appreciate on foot nope nope nope
Your party will also have to rest/fight/hunt/gather/maintain weapons/heal from injuries in addition to avoiding all the natural disaster risks and weather issues
My estimation? Leave five to six months just for foot travel between DC and NV, and figure that a caravan is only going to do this round trip MAXIMUM once per year
- Also as an FYI in some parts of the US people put “the” in front of interstate names. In others, you will be looked at as An Outsider if you do this. Don’t ask me why. In the words of Drew Carey, “the rules are made up and the points don’t matter.” So - it’s sometimes “the I-15” when you’re talking about the Long 15 and pretty much always “the I-5” when you’re in California but it’s definitely NOT “the I-70” or “the I-695.” There is no logic here welcome to America
- Thank you for coming to my TED talk
EDIT: here’s the link to the first in this series https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/edaworks/686101227706138624?source=share
#fallout#fallout 3#fallout 4#fonv#fallout nv#new vegas#worldbuilding#headcanon#roleplay#fanfic#just realized I'm essentially writing AAA triptiks for fallout and that is both super funny and makes me feel super old#wasteland survival guide#travel talks
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Durango Casino & Resort Opens in Las Vegas - Information and Photos
Durango Casino & Resort is located in the Southwest Las Vegas valley off the 215 Beltway and Durango Drive, near Rhodes Ranch. It opened on December 5, 2023 and caters to Las Vegas “locals”.
This boutique resort has 211 guest rooms and suites in a 216-foot hotel tower. It features a luxury pool, fitness center, gift shop and event lawn. It is owned and operated by Station Casinos (Red Rock…
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Las Vegas Nevada Mailbox: Las Vegas wrong-way crash causes 215 Beltway closure
Las Vegas Nevada Mailbox: Las Vegas wrong-way crash causes 215 Beltway closure
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Las Vegas wrong-way crash causes 215 Beltway closure
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The crash occurred northbound on the Beltway after Cheyenne Avenue around 10 p.m.
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indoor golf club in Las Vegas to shape up soon!
indoor golf club in Las Vegas to shape up soon!
– Chip Shots is an indoor golf club that is set to open in the spring of 2023 in Southwest Las Vegas.
– The members-only facility will be at a two-story, 13,000-square-foot building inside the Grand Flamingo Center, at West Flamingo Road and the 215 Beltway.
– The company wants to blur the lines between a traditional country club and a social club by offering fine dining options, bars and…
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Single and 2 story floorplans are available. C2 Lofts offer 5 floorplans ranging from 1,530 sf up to 2705 sf. Prices for these Las Vegas lofts start around 300K.Ĭ2 Lofts are located in Summerlin Las Vegas off of west Charleston west of the 215 freeway. All units in these Las Vegas lofts come standard with contemporary KitchenAid appliances, granite & marble countertops, custom cabinetry, hardwood and stone flooring, an oversized closet, a dedicated workspace, and a private balcony, garden or deck. 12,000sf of retail space is also available on site at The Mercer as well as underground parking. The Mercer Las Vegas is a 5 acre community with 113 residences all offering 10' ceilings, full-length windows, open living areas, semi-private elevators (one per six residences) a central courtyard with pool, a clubhouse, a fitness center and green space. These Las Vegas lofts are currently selling and offer 1 to 3 bedroom floorplans ranging in size from 800sf to 2370 sf. The Mercer is located west of the 215 beltway on the northwest corner of Tropicana and Grand Canyon.
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I update this page frequently with information about new south west Las Vegas homes, townhome, condo, highrise, and loft developments in the area of south west Las Vegas Nevada. I encourage and recommend that all buyers interested in purchasing a residence in a new home development seek the advise and representation of a licenced Las Vegas real estate agent, preferably me. Although, the sales agents at all of these new home builder locations are licenced real estate agents, keep in mind that these agents represent the new home builder or developer of that certain development. I provide information & links to new south west Las Vegas homes, townhome, and condo developments as a courtesy and convenience to my past, present, and future clients. Whether your looking for Las Vegas real estate on a golf course, in a gated community, or just a in a great neighborhood, south west Las Vegas is for you. South west Las Vegas is home to many of the newest master planned communities that Southern Nevada has to offer. With it's excellent access to the 215 beltway, you can drive to just about anywhere in the valley, including the Las Vegas "Strip", in about 20 minutes. With new housing developments, schools, businesses, and restaurants popping up seemingly overnight, the south west Las Vegas area is quickly becoming one of the most requested areas to purchase Las Vegas real estate. The south west area of the Las Vegas valley is experiencing tremendous growth.
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에볼루션카지노 계획을 발표했습니다.
에볼루션카지노 7월에 회사는 코로나바이러스 전염병이 시작된 후 다시 열지 않은 3개의 카지노(피에스타 헨더슨, 피에스타 랜초, 텍사스 스테이션)를 철거 하고 부지를 매각할 계획을 발표했습니다.
Station Casinos는 또한 Las Vegas Boulevard와 Cactus Avenue의 남서쪽 모퉁이에 있는 스트립 남쪽 126에이커 를 1억 7,240만 달러에 구입했습니다.
한편, 남서 계곡의 215 Beltway 바로 남쪽에 있는 Durango Drive에 위치한 Durango hotel-casino 에서 공사가 계속되고 있습니다.
8월 회사의 2분기 실적 발표에서 경영진은 Red Rock Resorts 가 2030년까지 포트폴리오를 "기본적으로 두 배로" 늘릴 계획 이라고 말했습니다.
스포츠 베팅이 내년 초 Massachusetts에서 시작되면 Bay State 베터는 주 내의 대학에 베팅할 수 없습니다.
UMass의 Minuteman 축구에는 베팅이 없습니다. 유명한 Boston College에는 아무 것도 없습니다. 하버드 농구를 하는 것을 잊어 버리십시오.
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개츠비카지노 계속되고 있습니다.
개츠비카지노 Station Casinos는 또한 Las Vegas Boulevard와 Cactus Avenue의 남서쪽 모퉁이에 있는 스트립 남쪽 126에이커 를 1억 7,240만 달러에 구입했습니다.
한편, 남서 계곡의 215 Beltway 바로 남쪽에 있는 Durango Drive에 위치한 Durango hotel-casino 에서 공사가 계속되고 있습니다.
8월 회사의 2분기 실적 발표에서 경영진은 Red Rock Resorts 가 2030년까지 포트폴리오를 "기본적으로 두 배로" 늘릴 계획 이라고 말했습니다.
스포츠 베팅이 내년 초 Massachusetts에서 시작되면 Bay State 베터는 주 내의 대학에 베팅할 수 없습니다.
UMass의 Minuteman 축구에는 베팅이 없습니다. 유명한 Boston College에는 아무 것도 없습니다. 하버드 농구를 하는 것을 잊어 버리십시오.
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Room With A View, Las Vegas (No. 7)
From here, the freeway continues north along the western foothills of Las Vegas to pass behind Lone Mountain. Soon afterward, the beltway curves to the east and downgrades from freeway to an expressway (with two at-grade intersections at US 95 south, Oso Blanca Road and Sky Pointe Drive) after it passes the Durango Drive interchange and intersects US 95 at an interchange currently under construction. From there, the beltway continues as a freeway nearly due east along the alignment of Centennial Parkway before entering northern North Las Vegas at Decatur Boulevard. From there, it swings northeast, passing by the large Aliante development before turning east again. Much of the final few miles of the route, from here on, are in undeveloped land, except near the interchange at North 5th Street. The beltway has additional interchanges at Losee Road, North Pecos Road, and North Lamb Boulevard before it swings southeast and reaches its clockwise terminus at I-15, US 93, and Tropical Parkway at an at-grade diamond interchange just west of the Las Vegas Motor Speedway.
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Daniela 'Jasmin' Amaro (29) has been missing since October 6th, 2017. Family members last saw Jasmin at her parent's house in Denver, Colorado. Jasmin left the house at some point and never returned. She has never been seen or heard from again.
The following day, Jasmin's car was found abandoned on the side of the road near the 215 Beltway in North Las Vegas, Nevada--an approximate 11 hour drive away from Denver. Once Jasmin was reported missing, investigators searched the surrounding areas near where the car was found. Unfortunately, no clues were found.
Police departments in both Denver and North Las Vegas are investigating Jasmin's disappearance. Certain reports state that Jasmin is missing from Denver--despite the fact that her car was found in Vegas. Other reports state that she was actually spotted in wandering into the desert in Vegas shortly before her car was found abandoned. However, investigators were unable to locate Jasmin or any signs of her when they searched said area.
There are very few details available about Jasmin's case, so it is unknown why Jasmin and her car ended up in Vegas-- nearly 750 miles away from Denver. The link between Jasmin and Las Vegas is seemingly unknown. The tragic mass shooting during the Route 91 Harvest musical festival in Las Vegas occurred just five days before Jasmin's disappearance. On October 3rd, 2017, Jasmin shared a link to a fundraiser for the victims of the shooting. Her car was found abandoned in Vegas four days later. Due to all these details, it seems possible that Jasmin might have travelled to Vegas to help aide victims of the shooting--but none of this has been confirmed at this time.
Jasmin's case remains unsolved. If you have any information that could lead to her whereabouts, please submit an anonymous tip here or here.
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Eugene Ethelbert Miller, best known as E. Ethelbert Miller, is an African-American poet and teacher.
Miller was born in the Bronx, New York. He received his B.A. from Howard University. He is the author of nine books of poetry, two memoirs and is the editor of three poetry anthologies. His work has appeared in numerous publications, including Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Poet Lore, and Sojourners.
Miller was the founder and director of the Ascension Poetry Reading Series, one of the oldest literary series in the Washington area. Since 1974 he has been director of Howard University’s African-American Resource Center. Miller has taught at various schools, including American University, Emory & Henry College, George Mason University, Harpeth Hall School and the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. He was also a core faculty member of the writing seminars at Bennington College. He worked with Operation Homecoming for the National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH).
He serves as board chairperson of the Institute for Policy Studies. He is also on the boards of Split This Rock and the Writer’s Center, and is co-editor of Poet Lore magazine. He is former chair of the Humanities Council of Washington, D.C., and has served on the boards of the AWP, the Edmund Burke School, PEN American Center, PEN/Faulkner Foundation, and the Washington Area Lawyer for the Arts (WALA).
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L. MENDES / / / @witchwrites
the club was loud --- the lights above lighting the place up in spurts of pink, green, yellow and red. if she wasn’t used to places like this, she may have thought the display hurt her eyes; if she wasn’t forced to be in places like this --- she may have even hated the whole thing: but there was something whimiscal and romantic and... trusting, about darkened night clubs. no one knew her. no one wanted a photo or an autograph. no one wanted to ask her about seth and his sister and the dumb vegas marriage --- the cheating and the betrayal and the airing of her secrets in beltway blues: the autobiography, published just a few years after leaving the white house. she was free. free to be whoever she wanted to be, undefined by her mistakes and her problems.
la was good for that, she supposed --- people cared about the fame, not the intentions --- and malika kapoor sure as shit had a lot of it.
with a hum, she drifted from the bar to the middle of the dancefloor --- slipping through people and crowds, before finally making her way to the vip booth set up for influencers and celebrities. the curtain opened and in malika slipped --- the place already miles quieter than the hum of the dancefloor. her eyes gazed around, trying to gage whether she knew anyone, before an all too familiar face.
“lucas fucking mendes.” malika grinned, eyes lighting up like a fireworks display. “imagine seeing you here.”
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More About Sun City MacDonald Ranch
Created somewhere in the sun city macdonald ranch range of 1996 and 2001 by Del Webb, Sun City MacDonald Ranch is a functioning grown-up local area arranged at the foundation of the Black Mountains - nearby the 1-215 Beltway in Henderson, Nevada. Part of the expert local area of MacDonald Ranch, Sun City inhabitants appreciate dazzling perspectives on the valley and encompassing mountains. At the core of the local area is the 36,000 Sq.ft. Desert Willow Clubhouse where occupants can partake in a variety of way of life conveniences. Sun City Ranch is likewise home to the Billy Casper and Greg Nash planned Desert Willow Golf Course, which is claimed by the property holders. The people group is strategically placed only minutes from downtown Las Vegas and the Strip. The Zip code for Sun City MacDonald Ranch homes available to be purchased in Henderson is 89052. Peruse more about Sun City MacDonald Ranch land and way of life...
For more data on any of these Sun City MacDonald Ranch postings, simply click the "Solicitation More Information" button while survey the subtleties of a property. We can respond to any inquiries you might have including evaluating, property subtleties, local area data, data about the encompassing regions and funding choices. Furthermore, make certain to enroll for a free record so you can get email alarms at whatever point new Sun City MacDonald Ranch land postings hit the market.
Sun City MacDonald Ranch is contained 2,513 homes spread across 564 sections of land, including 2,131 single-family homes and 382 appended duplex manors. The two choices for two room manors at Sun City incorporate one with 1,090 Sq.ft. furthermore, the other with 1,264 Sq.ft. of living space Both manor choices accompany an extra wide carport. One to four room single-family homes in Sun City MacDonald Ranch range in size from 1,020 Sq.ft. to 2,030 Sq.ft. of living space and accompany 2 and 2.5-vehicle carports.
Sun City at MacDonald Ranch Clubhouse and Golf Course
The clubhouse incorporates a wellness/heart stimulating exercise office, assembly hall with a phase, a few gathering rooms, pool room, and library. Inhabitants additionally partake in a few leisure activity and art studios. Outside conveniences including a lap pool, spa, 4 bocce ball courts, and 3 lit tennis courts. Occupants likewise appreciate more than 9 miles of all around stamped climbing trails that breeze through Sun City and the encompassing expert local area of MacDonald Ranch. Cut into the lower regions and highlighting breathtaking perspectives on the Las Vegas Valley, the 3,800-yard, standard 60 course, 18 opening Desert Willow Golf Course is available to occupants and the overall population. The leader course gives a test to players of all ability levels. It likewise incorporates a training office and completely loaded star shop.
Sun City MacDonald Ranch Lifestyle
Sun City at MacDonald Ranch offers various clubs and gatherings going from athletic exercises to general vested parties. The people group's exercises chief plans fun exercises, local area occasions, bunch outings and classes for Sun City occupants' satisfaction. Take a yoga class, join the social club, or partake in a coordinated climbing trip. From film night to the nursery club, there is continuously something to do at Sun City at MacDonald Ranch.
Close by Amenities
Advantageous, public box retail locations like Target, Marshalls, and HomeGoods can be observed close by as well as more modest, nearby niche stores and shops. Two significant malls: The District at Green Valley Ranch and Galleria at Sunset are likewise inside closeness. Inhabitants have no lack of eating choices, generally along Horizon Ridge Parkway and Eastern Avenue. The Las Vegas Strip is additionally only 15-muntes away contribution elite shopping, eating, and unending diversion valuable open doors. Lake Mead National Recreation Area is only ten minutes toward the east of Sun City MacDonald Ranch, offering swimming, fishing, sailing, water skiing, and setting up camp. McCarran International Airport is around a 15-minute drive from Sun City MacDonald Ranch homes available to be purchased in Henderson NV.
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