Moab was a mob scene. Overrun with rental RVs and foreign dialects who appear to struggle with our frustrating systems even more than I do, like the annoying recorded voice at the self-checkout line announcing “Unexpected item in the bagging area.” Everywhere I went, there were crowds of tourists attempting to cross off two out of five of Utah’s “Big Five National Parks” in one town. I had to wait in line for everything from grocery shopping to pedestrian stopping. Yet I couldn’t leave. I was a held captive by a rig full of exploding gear. Continue reading
Bustin’ Crust in Canyon Rim
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