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Moab is medicine. My friends are the rocks and water and people. Here we all are in the desert where we are supposed to be. The reason I know that is because the Fremont Indians were here for hundreds of years and they freakin' loved it. Thousands of Fremonts can't be wrong. Just because they left doesn't mean it wasn't really cool while they were here. They probably just ran out of food or got pummelled in a war or something. But it's cool now, there is tons of food: Eddie McStiff's, Mondo's, The Pancake Haus and some greasy hotel diner-style breakfast joint, to name a few. And as for war? Please, the only desert war we are concerned with is in a desert on the other side of the world, so it doesn't affect us at all. Not at all. That reminds me of when Jehovah burnt a Bush in the desert. That might be a good solution to the desert war across the world.

Moab is medicine. If you don't know that, it could be really beneficial to find out what I mean. But do whatever you want.

Bloggy Blogg, Froggy Frogg, I thought winter was here, but it was just Foggy Fogg. Where have all the lazers gone? We've been left to deal with ourselves, by ourselves and for ourselves. Even Ronald McDonald can't save us now. Sam Walton would, but he's dead. Plus he'd be too busy trying to fix his greedy kids, who are all tied for something like the 4th richest person in the world, and the 1st greediest person in the world. At least they haven't taken the mountains yet. We still have those hills for at least a few more years. Hopefully La Nina treats us good until then. The Walton kids would have no idea how to handle themselves in the mountains. They might do alright in the Kennecott copper mines, if anywhere.

Day 1

This is Day 1 on my blog. I just figured out what Blog was. It was also Day 1 skiing this year. Alta was crusty, but beautiful.