The High Roller
The VegasTripping Review 2014
It's Thursday evening and I've just checked into my room at Bellagio. The fountains are firing, but my eyes are fixated on the High Roller as its lights blare above Flamingo. It doesn't seem like it's moving despite rumblings of test runs and the like just before heading to town.
Who cares? Cocktails are more important at this hour.
It's now Friday morning as my groggy body makes its way to the window of my room. Secret pizza and whiskey breath steams my view as I try to get another look at the High Roller. Again, no movement. I instead center my eyes on the roof of the future Cromwell. Still, one of the giant wheel's pods is in my line of sight as it seemingly sits atop Flamingo's roof. Only with this visual cue in the foreground am I able to see that the pod is sinking behind Flamingo at a snail's pace. It's definitely moving. In fact, it had been moving all the other times I was looking, too.
I'm still hearing conflicting stories - it's just testing, it's not open, it's not moving and you've gone mad, it's only open to Caesars employees - but with a personal obligation to see LINQ, time to kill, and what I thought would be a relatively short walk, I make my way to the enormous wheel an hour or so before sunset.
As anyone who has walked any moderate distance in Vegas knows, proximity can be deceiving. As a frame of reference, I could have made it to Venetian, perhaps even Palazzo in the amount of time it took to get to the entrance of the High Roller. At least LINQ itself is a moderate distraction and remarkably clean for a corridor that originates from the shit stain that is the frontage of Flamingo and The Quad.