Fremont Street, or Old Vegas as it's known, is a weird place to be in the morning. After a single night stop over on our way to California on our 2010 road trip, Dave and I awoke in a bit of a haze from the drinks, music, and casinos that fueled the previous evenings adventures. By morning light we weren't feeling too bad, but Fremont Street was practically bare compared to the shoulder to shoulder crowds that we'd experienced over the Sunday night of the Labor Day long weekend.
Despite all of the crazy and giant signs, the absence of glowing neon was like seeing the city without her makeup on. Not long after thinking that we realized how much blinking lights would irritate our modest hangovers and went back to looking for a good breakfast buffet. It was on to the Hoover Dam from there, followed by gridlock traffic along the interstate as everyone else was headed back to L.A. as we continued south.