mountains

Hitching to Zion #3: Volunteers For The New Zion Army

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 22:53:43 +0000

A man going to work took me to Cedar City, a town in southern Utah. I could see I was going to spend a lot of time trying to hitch out of there. A car would go by no more than once every five minutes traveling north on the near empty interstate which lead to Salt Lake City.

Hitching to Zion #2: Las Vegas Welcome Wagon and a Ride from a Cowboy

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:42:11 +0000

The pickup truck, that had whisked me across the California desert, dropped me off on the strip in Las Vegas. In those days the casinos were smaller, many open to the street.

Hitching to Zion

Anonymous Hitchhiker — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 12:29:52 +0000

I sat in the back of the speeding pickup surveying the desert in the direction the other hitchhiker was pointing. “There’s water in those mountains,” he said.

I wasn’t so sure. There wasn’t anything green as far as I could see. The truck was approaching a gas station where the guy wanted to be left off.

“You see this green part on the map? That means there’s water out there.”