An ongoing semi-fictional account of random, and often pointless observations scraped from the inside of America's prodigious bowels.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I decided to go south and chase some sunny, warm weather. Going from Jackson Hole south to Evanston, west to Salt Lake, and then south to Delta, which gets my vote as the best location for a "slasher" movie. The internet at the Bates Motel didn't work so I'm catching up today.
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