We packed into the car, wheelies stuffed. One freeway turned into another as the mountains became the dessert. Yes, we were going to Vegas. And I had almost zero idea what to expect. Ears popping like candy, we finally pulled into Las Vegas itself, and, finally, the famous ‘strip.’ We’d made it to Vegas. And it felt like a milestone. Like something I’d love to tick off my bucket list, if only for the reason I could say I did it.