This morning we played 18 holes of mini-golf at the Oasis RV park before moving the RV to its Shabbos parking location:



We moved the RV to MKT again for Shabbos. Good Shabbos from Henderson, Nevada!
This morning we played 18 holes of mini-golf at the Oasis RV park before moving the RV to its Shabbos parking location:



We moved the RV to MKT again for Shabbos. Good Shabbos from Henderson, Nevada!
Today we worked through odds and ends that needed doing. My parents took us own to Sababa for dinner. Gotta love the landscaping:

Tonight is our second and last night at the Oasis RV park.
This morning, M put on tefillin for the first time:

After shul, I went for a bike ride. For most of the ride I tagged along with a rider who works as a Wine Director at one of the local casinos.
This afternoon, we moved over to a local RV park, as we had used up the 72 hours of curbside parking my parents’ HOA allows at their house. It’s $46 a night here, so we joined Passport America to get 50% off, which will pay for itself after two days:

Trish and I left the kids with my parents and drove down to see the water show at the Bellagio, our first date in at least 392 days! It was our first and hopefully last time on the strip:




We walked through a part of the Bellagio, which sports among other things the world’s largest chocolate fountain:

This morning we went out to Jean Lake for another flight. Here I am setting down the paramotor after bringing it down from the truck:

We got there pretty early:

Running through pre-flight check:

The first couple of inflations were good, but the wind kept changing direction so the wing didn’t stay up:



Finally the wind decided to commit to a direction and I took off:








I had a great flight, about 30 minutes long, and practiced flying low and maintaining a constant altitude. Here’s a highlight video:
Unfortunately, I think I flared too early, which made for a hard landing. I tried running it out but ended up falling into a seated landing:


B and I made dinner this evening:


This morning I rode my “usual” route in the hills of Anthem. I was feeling pretty lousy as temperatures topped 100 degrees, but I found a neighborhood water park where I could put my head under a stream of cold water. After a few minutes of this I was ready to continue.
This afternoon we attended the synagogue’s annual Labor Day picnic:

B fed the geese. In the shade and with a stiff wind, high 90s are almost tolerable:
