Red Rock Canyon?! Well, that’s some 26 miles outside of Las Vegas. But why not? There are no mountains in town and hanging around the Strip in the daytime is nobody’s idea of a great time. The town is made for the night. Just ask the women who wander the sidewalks at night, handing out solicitous invitations. You don’t see them in the middle of the day. Well, not when I was there. I mean, I don’t think they were avoiding me or anything, but, uh … oh, it’s not important.

Does the hotel offer free rides to the canyon? Perhaps a hotel shuttle? It’s a bit far to take a Lyft. And speaking of lift, I doubt Rusty and Cherry got a lift from Mark, either. Say, I wonder where Mark and Cliff were last night, after they returned from their field trip. Cherry and Rusty don’t seem to be bothered by Mark’s absence. We’ve seen no evidence of familial or marital issues, so we must assume that there was a decision that this pseudo-vacation should be treated as if Mark is on assignment and they are on their own. Just as well, because had Mark tagged along, he would have found something to complain about or want to investigate, and there goes the day!

I’m not sure where that crowd of anonymous walkers that we saw on Wednesday wandered off to. But let’s hope they didn’t take all return to the hotel in the alleged hotel shuttle, leaving Cherry and Rusty stranded in the desert, 26 miles from Las Vegas, without phone service. Hmmm, I begin to see a plot unfolding.