Vegas was a bore. Despite being one of the few examples on the earth where the principles of Archigram run free and rampant the city experience was a bore compared to the unrestrained chaos of its sister sin city, New Orleans. Regardless, I was determined to see some of the city's less renown attractions; its massive storm drain system and the plethora of nickel and other hard rock mines surrounding the city.

           I was not able to rent a car so I was forced to explore the drain running close to my hotel. After walking and bussing my way to the entrance I had found from a Google map I was perplexed on how to enter the pit. While I was debating whether or not to climb over the eight foot barb wire topped fence a rather scraggly looking man emerged from a hidden manhole six feet from where I was standing. After watching the man walk down the street and waiting for a cop car to pass I entered the drain using the ajar manhole and dropped down into the dry drain.

         There really was nothing special about the drain itself with its most exciting features being three large rooms and manhole grates for the adjacent traffic artery. 

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          When I was able to get a car I headed about 16 miles out of Vegas to the Goodsprings area. During one day I was able to explore two mines and one mine addit which was bored into the side of a mountain. Unfortunately due to my new film camera's inability to take more than a 30 second exposure much of the photo's from these mines were less than satisfactory (but what do you expect from a camera I picked up at a pawn shop for $90)