Today I took a roadtrip to Provo, Utah, to visit someone in the
hospital. Not really much to see along the way, other than snow-
covered mountains, cows, and roadkill.

I wish I had stopped to photograph the roadkill, since it was probably
the most exciting thing about the trip. I had been hoping to find a
dead jackrabbit, which I was going to dye different colors and
traumatize kids by telling them I killed the Easter Bunny.

Somewhere along the way I got a signal from a Mormon radio station,
and nearly fell asleep listening to some guy drone on about new
members of the Quorum of Seventy.

I passed some train cars covered in graffiti, which brightened my day,
since I love graffiti. Having traveled the world last year, the only
places I almost never saw graffiti in were Vietnam and Utah. A
Communist police state and a Mormon police state.

After about five hours, I finally hit Provo, continued a few more
miles to Orem Exit 271, which is the closest one to the hospital.

Now I'm sitting here in a hospital in Provo, occupying a set of
spacetime coordinates, which is about the closest one comes to
'existence' in Utah. The place is absolutely surreal, and it's hard
to believe it really exists except that I have photographs to prove
it.

Check out my photo album:
http://s929.photobucket.com/albums/a...utah/roadtrip/