We’re on 27. In Las Vegas that doesn’t necessarily mean the 27th floor. They count oddly. No floors in the unlucky 40s. There’s a lot more hotel above us.
The view is to the north. The Wynn/Encore complex block the northwest.
Las Vegas (The Meadows) sits in a broad desert valley. The region is flat, ringed by mountains.
Looking north you see how far civilization goes and how abruptly it stops. Vegas doesn’t thin out. It just dead ends. Homes on one side of the street, a desolate desert wilderness for hundreds of miles on the other.
Sunsets here often resemble the mixed drinks you find on cruise ships. Tonight’s did.