Going hand-in-hand with my sandstone fetish is a craving for the kind of entertainment that only gambling casinos can deliver. Sitting in front of a slot machine for hours on end is almost as satisfying as hiking in fabulous terrain for hours on end. Thus when I arrived in Wells, Nevada, I sought the action that is only available indoors and this is what I found. Note how the ambiance of the place suits the Green Weenie. I was fortunate to arrive when the facility was not too busy, as I hate waiting in line for anything. I envisioned row-upon-row of gaming machines at my disposal, which caused me to salivate (excuse my overly-graphic description).

Sorry I cannot name the place---the sign had been removed years earlier. But the exterior decor was unmatched anywhere except for Bombay Beach, California. The welcoming entrance was flanked by exciting textures and variations on the "painted" theme. Signs clearly showed what amenities were available for weary or thrill-seeking travelers: "SHOW-LOUNGE" and "RESTAURANT." Although not specifically mentioned, a large portion of the interior was surely devoted to the thrills of gambling.

Normally I accept things as they are, but in this case I was a bit miffed by the absence not only of valet parking, but also lines in the parking lot delineating where one could park. (But at least there was plenty of room for parking!) Judging from all the cracks in the asphalt, Nevada must have a lot of earthquake activity. I had a blast here.

I lied. I don't have a sandstone fetish.
I lied again.