Harold went out to take some photos of the beautiful cliffs behind us this morning. As he was standing there, an older woman came up to him, and before he could even say “Good morning!” she spurted “That’s the sort of wall we need to keep them damn illegals out!” It’s hard not to compare the […]
Category: Moab
As soon as our wheels were back on the trailer, we screeched out of the lot in Wendover, and were racing across the salt flats for the very, very last time of our lives. It was raining and dark by the time we were half way to Salt Lake City, the highway was poorly lit, […]