Today’s drive down I-15 from the top of Utah, through the Virgin River Canyon of Arizona and on into Mesquite, NV was long, beautiful and hot, with Salt Lake City being a fifty-mile long strip mall that you just need to get through without getting hit by Mormons with their prayer book in their lap.
Rolling down into the southern desert today my sweet little truck was indicating displeasure at the 3200 RPMs I was asking of her, to maintain 70mph when the temp was at 108°, but she handled it well and is now sitting in the shade at the Virgin River Casino, by the pool.
Me? I’m ready to shoot this post out to world and head to the hottub down there, which was unoccupied last time I looked :-)
Update: Just spent an hour chatting with a couple of retired guys at the tub (younger than me) and the general consensus was: Hillary needs to be smashed into the ground, and even though he’s a character, Donald needs to win. I hear this everywhere I go…