It's a beautiful day. The sun is out, the air is crisp and the temperature is a mild 73 degrees Fahrenheit. But where are you? In the dark, controlled environment of a downtown casino. And you can't seem to make it worth your while.

After spending the last three hours in a battle of attrition with a stone-faced croupier (a person in charge of a gaming table), you start getting antsy. The colorful interiors and the heavy fabrics begin to close in. You become entranced with the flowers on a guy's Hawaiian shirt and crave a dose of nature.

Fortunately, Reno isn't all concrete and neon.