We Are Documentarians in Search of Polygamists
Trip Start
Aug 18, 2009
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Trip End
Aug 23, 2009
Where I stayed
Dead Horse Point State Park
Moab, Utah
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
- Crossing the Continental Divide listening to Geller's obscure music.
- Eating lunch in downtown Grand Junction, convincing our waitress that we are making a documentary on Polygamy. Did she know any? No, but there are some around if you look, she said.
- Learning from Geller that if you look at a car's gas gage, the arrow tells you what side the gas tank is on. I had no idea. Did anyone? Why was this vital bit of information hidden from me for so long, and how did Geller obtain it? I think these are all rhetorical questions.
- Making a left off of I-70, setting up camp at Dead Horse Point State Park, driving into Arches National Park, hiking up to Delicate Arch for its infamous sunset, and right as the sun was setting and the assembled crowd from around the world muted itself in awe, watching and listening as Geller's water bottle rolled and scratched its way about a quarter of a mile down the slope toward the base of the arch and past it into the abyss, never again to be seen by human eyes.
- Drinking microbrews with dinner in downtown Moab, talking with our waitress (whom very well could have been Mormon) about where all the Mormons are, and then almost getting in a fight with this other girl who was completely obliterated. I think she thought Captain was Jesus, and she had always wanted to fight the son of God.
- Getting back to camp, cracking a few cold Milk Stouts, smoking some Boulder green, and zoning out to a sky full of stars because there wasn't any moon to detract as a light source. It was the first time I'd seen the Milky Way from horizon to horizon.
