THOUGHTS FROM THE BORDER CAFÉ: NEVADA-UTAH STATE LINE - US 50

I SUSPECT THE UTES still inhabit the deep reaches of the arroyos sweeping down from the peaks of heaven. I suspect they’re still up there – the pure ones – and like Sasquatch, prefer to remain unseen.

They see us though. And, as we race by on the blacktop we’ve laid, between fences we’ve strung, inside cocoons of plastic and metal and glass, they laugh at the immediacy of our every need and weep over what we’ve done to our precious mother.

And they wait – wait until we simply go away.

Or so I suspect.