Along the way, we got lost, drove until 5am, and slept in a Walmart parking lot. In the morning, while we were wandering the aisles of Walmart like zombies, I couldn't get over the eerie twilight zone feeling I get every time I am deep in Mormon Country. It's a mix of invisibility, tolerance, and curiosity. I feel like an ambassador for an inferior country and ultimately, I find myself swearing a lot less. So in a strange way, being in Utah makes me a better person.
Luckily, the drive was the low point of the trip. The rest of the trip was filled with new crags like the Compound.
Deceptively cute attack Beagles. Who knew those existed?
|Back off or I will bite your face!|
Great car camping.
Turkeys. And their stench.
|Beautiful, smoke enhanced sunset.|
Breakfast at strange cafes.
|Best cafe name ever!!! Food wasn't bad either.|
|6bdrm, 5bth, 2ktn, 2lndry, 4000ft, 10acres- $160,000.|
|Kinky Mormon stuff.|
|Deer urine, Elk urine, Bacon.|
|San Rafael Swell.|
And of course, some hardcore chillin'.
|Rockstar Leah will put her feet wherever she wants.|