I stopped off in Las Vegas, New Mexico, on the way home from a short visit with friends in Colorado Springs. I didn’t know much about Las Vegas. My only experience has been stopping there momentarily on frequent Amtrak trips between Albuquerque and Kansas City. The train passengers all sit and look out the windows and ponder the fenced off hulk of the old Castenada Hotel and remark that this doesn’t look like pictures of Las Vegas they have seen. Of course, that’s the other Las Vegas. This one is older and has (perhaps) more character and an interesting history. This time, travelling by car, I opted to stay one night in Las Vegas and see what the place is about. I could have spent a few more days.
Las Vegas predates the railroad and was an important stop along the Santa Fe Trail. As such, it seems to have grown…
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Jane Wilson 