We left Las Vegas and traveled on toward the Zion National Park in southern Utah. By
this time in the trip I was getting sick of hiking and I couldn’t
remember why I wanted to go to the Zion park although it may have been
I liked the name.
On the road to Zion I saw this roadside attraction. In addition to the
Virgin Jail they also had a Virgin Trading post. The gift shop had many
“humourous” virgin related items like lotions (use your imagination).
The owner was talking to another redneck guy, this one a tourist,
explaining to him indian legends like kokopelli and how they were
changed and confused by the white man. This is also the only store I
have found canes with swords in them like the one in A Clockwork
Orange. Though I didn’t buy one because the handles were all dragons
and other goofy crap.
Our campsite was just off the Virgin River.
Dixie kept jumping in it but refused to pose for a decent picture.
We saw this little guy on the river bank.
And this guy in the a nearby campsite. 70s bass player man was jamming
by himself and without an amp. If I had my guitar with him I would have
asked to jam with him. “Hey man, do you know Taking Care of Business?
one, two, one two three four…”
As I mentioned I was sick of hiking at this point. And I couldn’t
remember why I wanted to go to the Zion park. You have to take a
shuttle bus into the canyon, which would leave the pets alone for a
long time, and the sites seemed similar to those we had seen already so
we skipped it and drove past it toward Mesa Verde. Here is a shot we
took as I drove through.
Somewhere by the side of the road Jen saw this liquor store and took a
picture of it. Obviously, we thought the name was funny. Like a lot of
the things we saw, this place was in the absolute middle of nowhere.
