As you can see though, the instagrammers were already showing up first thing in the morning, which blew my mind. I drove overnight, Friday to Saturday morning, thinking that nobody would be up that early on a Saturday near Vegas as they had either spent Friday night driving to get into town, or were already partying, and on their way to passing out. It is possible that these people who showed up did both of those things, and were simply that dedicated to, like I wrote above, doing it for the ‘gram.
As is the case with photography however, sometimes you get that split second, where someone is an inch out of frame and if you’re not ready, you miss out on a shot that is otherwise impossible to get, and fortune favored me that morning. I managed to ever-so-quickly take this photo head on and, while I’m not crazy about it, it is unique in that it has nobody in it, so I’ve gone ahead and posted it here purely on the merits of that.
After lingering a bit longer and taking one or two other pictures (like this one below), I trudged back to Bertram and drove back to LA, because that’s the only reason I came out here anyway.