Hike to Little Falls.
It's hot here. September is almost over, and temps are still in the upper 90s. In August, I took Little M with me to his school to pick up his Chromebook. The sun beat down on us as we walked through the parking lot, burning into our skin. "It's too hot, Mommy," he told me. "Let's move back to Illinois." I reminded him that it will cool off, and that it doesn't snow here. I remind myself, when I'm getting stir crazy, stuck in the house while outside the thermostat reads 114 degrees, that summers in Vegas are like winters in Chicago - they're brutal, but they pass. Soon we'll get relief, and I can't wait to start spending our weekend days exploring the beauty of Nevada and our neighboring states.