Ok,ok....don't get your panties in a knot. Geez, you impatient people! This is a series of entries entitled "the vegas adventure." I will be sharing photos and stories of our fabulous week end celebrating my super awesome life day. NOT my birthday, because I did NOT turn 40. Nope. no way. No one's 40 here. Anywho...
You're sitting there wondering why the hell I've put up a picture of an indian reservation. Well, I'll tell you. This is the Moapa indian reservation, about 30 miles or so outside of Las Vegas. So it makes sense this where the Vegas adventure began. And it is at this point that I get excited, because it means the fun is getting close! Entering the reservation, you'd expect to start seeing...well, indians maybe? We didn't see any. Not a one. All we saw was a whole lot of nothing. And I mean nothing. Thus began a fascinating discussion of where all the indians were. We came to the conclusion that just one lone old indian guy lives here. All that land just to himself. And he hides. His name is Chief Geronimo....literally translated, "he who hides." We don't know why Chief Geronimo hides. Maybe he lurks. Maybe he ducks behind sagebrush and shoots arrows at passing cars. I say zombies wiped out the entire tribe and he was the only survivor. This would explain his distrust of the human race and compels him to shoot arrows at cars. Well, wherever you are, Chief, we mean you no harm and it's ok if you hide. We just wanted to say hi......Hi!
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This is Chief Geronimo. No wonder he hides and shoots arrows at us. He's old, tired and cranky. And hates people entering his reservation asking where all the indians are. Don't do it...
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