Hoover Dam Speed-Boat & Desert Machine‑Gun Adventure from Las Vegas

The morning starts before the Strip has fully woken: a blacked‑out SUV eases away from a neon boulevard and into the high light of the Mojave. By the time you hit the washboard road that leads to the desert shooting site, the air has the dry, metallic snap of a place that keeps its own secrets. The first heartbeat of the day is literal — safety briefings, ear protection clicking into place, the measured recoil of an Uzi and the thunderous crack of a .50 cal. Then, as if flipping a switch on adrenaline, you trade the desert for a private speed boat on the Colorado River, the canyon walls drawing close and the Hoover Dam rising like a human-made cliff that refuses to be quiet.