Sin City is known as the destination for partying, gambling and larger-than-life experiences, but head outdoors and you can get your kicks without even stepping foot in a casino.

It might be situated in the middle of Nevada’s exquisite and exacting Mojave Desert, but people don’t travel to Las Vegas to spend time outdoors. People travel to Las Vegas to spend time, quite specifically, indoors.

And between the casinos, supermalls, nightclubs, bars, restaurants, strip clubs, theaters and labyrinthine hotels, it’s easily done. Vitamin D is an option, often ignored.  

A wilderness outpost built for the indoor-orientated and the financially-frisky, Vegas is fun. This isn’t an indictment. But Vegas is also deeply peculiar. It’s at once entirely fictitious and tangible, a promising opportunity or perhaps just the illusion of opportunity, a celebration of either our greatest triumphs or our worst habits. A place where daylight is discretionary, where time bends sideways, and where morals are malleable. Sin City. You’d like it here. Or maybe you wouldn’t. Either way, you probably know already.