In which we arrive at days end tired, hungry and NOT camping
I’m writing this from a motel in Provo, Utah. Grace and I decided that getting up way early and then driving all day thru the desert was not conducive to setting up a camp for the night. So just call us lazy old middle aged farts
Tomorrow’s adventure will see us on the road to Colorado and Rocky Mountain National Park, so check in on Part Four.
NOTES FROM THE FUTURE: The only good thing I can say about that fucking motel is that the constant arrival of cops and ambulances kept the lowlifes from fucking with our car.
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