I’ll spare the details about what happens next, but it involves me defiling a national treasure. If there is a hell, I’m sure this will not bode well for me in the end.
“I can’t have another DUI,” she protests as she chomps down her beer-battered olives and slithers off of her bar stool.
It was only for two weeks, but it felt like a guilty luxury, despite other places in the world where three weeks or more was standard—a fact that I was reminded of by the glut of Europeans at most of our stops.
Fortunately, Utah has natural beauty in abundance. It’s not a gin and tonic, but it is soothing in its own way.