The dogs were unmannered; the heat didn’t work too well, but shit waited until Friday to really hit the fan.

The same day the kid went berserk, I froze my hands at Bridalveil Falls. They chapped and broke and I’m wearing the scars all over my body still. I think it’s called chilblains. Maybe it’s shingles. We called it the Klingon disease because I had a line of bumps down the center of my forehead.

Half Klingon half Vulcan, in the navigator’s seat while Sister Law drove, we found a corporate coffee franchise and then drove through downtown Park. That was the best of it. The Blue Iguana Mexican restaurant in SL,UT was good food but also the scene of a criminal posing that everything was fine, when it was the very opposite of fine.

After dinner we went into a huge crowd of the witless for some damn basketball game.

All I have to say about that part is: Never Again.

No more crowds.

Truck bed. Instead.