utah
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I’m not a person who typically does things
I’m feeling a bit down the last few days, which is a little odd because I haven’t been pounding booze and the weather has been ok. Still, I’m prone to it and I think it’s because my trip is ending, and therefore it is the end of something, and goodbyes and endings always make me… Continue reading
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As it is with each sunset
My campground at The Needles in Canyonlands National Park is surrounded by high-rising sandstone formations of varying layers of pinks and whites and smoky reds, if red is a color that can be smoky. One massive formation looks like that big part of a submarine that is the first to emerge from water—the sail if… Continue reading
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The most temporary of roads and a mustache of menace
Tragedy had struck at the campground, or, at least what passes for tragedy when not much is happening. The dirt and gravel road to the small BLM campground I’m staying at on the border of southern Utah and Arizona washed out last night. A woman at the campsite next to me tried to leave in… Continue reading
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I’m high as a fly on Willie Nelson’s wall
Strange stone curiosities in the deserts of the American Southwest. Last night I bought a six pack of Goose Island IPA and drank 3 of them in a Walmart parking lot just outside of Zion National Park. Vince Neil Emerson has a song that I like a lot called “ Willie Nelson’s Wall “ and… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Adam. I’ve written humor columns for 3 print publications, so naturally that’s dead and here I am. For part of each year I travel to avoid Minnesota winters, writing about working from the road in my camper.