I sped through that wretched place, and stopped well past midnight in Mesquite, on the Arizona-Nevada border. I stayed in a quiet casino, and went for the bar.
A
drunken chap stumbled in, and being that there were only two of us in
the bar, we exchanged 'where are you from's?' and 'where are you going's?'
"Oh
so you are off to do some climbing," he said.
"Sort of. Do you climb?"
"Oh yeah. I used to climb all the time. Moab.
Moabi. Red Rock. Everywhere."
"You don't climb anymore?"
"I had to give up one or the other, drinking or climbing."
"Why?"
"Because I had some bad falls, almost killed myself."
"You
mean you drank and climbed at the same time?"
"Fuck
yeah. We all did. We grew up that way."
"So you chose to stick with drinking, huh?"
And he raised his glass, "Yeah, my friends still climb. John was climbing
this cliff and he just passed out and it took two
guys on the belet to hold him up."
"Why'd he pass out?"
"He was fuckin'
crazy man; mixing pot and alcohol and other shit. Yeah, and my other climbing
buddy was doing this ice face without ropes. He was all drugged out and
he fell a hundred thirty feet and nearly broke every bone in his body."
"Did he live?"
"Yeah, he's living out of garbage cans in California just so he can climb
all day."
"So why are you here?"
"My brother-in-law. I'm helping him out. He's a horse jockey. Little guy.
We're on our way to a race."
"And all these people in this casino, are they from Utah too?"
"Yeah, most of them."
"And any mormons here?"
"About
half of these people are mormons. They act all good and shit but they're
just as bad as the rest of us." "And speaking of mormons, what happened
last night?"
"Oh yeah, it was the geneology center in Salt Lake. Some schizophrenic
seventy year old went berzerk and killed and wounded all these people.
And the funny thing is, some guy drove all the way down from Alaska to
bitch about how they fucked up his geneology records and the SWAT team
blew a hole through his truck thinking he might be the man. You know what
he said to the TV camera? 'I aint never come back to Salt Lake again!'
But you know, Salt Lake gets a bad rap for this shit, man. We got the
good outdoor stuff. L.A.'s got the good clubs and bars, but we got the
good outdoors, and our women are twice as good looking."
"In Utah?"
"Yeah, man. Maybe its all the inbreeding, but I swear to god."
"Then what
does it matter if our bars are better?"
"Yeah, I guess so."




