Quick Call C.S.I.

Chell and I loaded up our cameras and headed out to Lake Mead and The Valley of Fire.


Minutes into the adventure we stopped to take some pictures of road side memorial  markers.


As soon as we got out of the truck, we were like wow, these markers actually smell like death.


What we stumbled upon was some sort of animal serial killers dumping ground.

Freaking me out... what the fuck???

Wholly dead animals...

I didn't get a lot of shots, it was so macabre.   

But Chell being the curious and less afraid of such things, climbed down the little ravine, where people had dumped mattresses and horses and goats.

Did you read that????   Goats and horses!!!!!

Seriously it was the most freaky thing ever.... And if you should doubt me, she has the photographic proof.

I don't know what is in that bag, but it is still oozing in the 102 degree desert.

The smell of death is still lingering in my nose...

But we couldn't let the slaughter and sacrifice of a few creatures impede our day..

We kept rolling... and the beauty of the day help ease the harshness of the massacre.

Kind of like the parks  in Utah, but zero crowds..  

Seven Sisters picnic spot.. 

All you doubter that say I don't gamble why would I go to Vegas?
Just a short drive away and you have this...

The lack of people is amazing.. 

It was and fun and interesting day... Good views (Except for you know, the dead animals.)  

And great Company..  What more could a girl want???