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Show Go Love/201 26. Fourth of July weekend, while O.W. negotiates the particulars to be carved on Mama's stone, the University stadium transforms into the mormon version of a hillbilly hootenanny billed Stadium of Fire Fireworks crazed dogs leap fences, gnaw door screens and run generally amuck amongst Mount Olivet's cemetery deer. Renee, Lara and I pack what we need for a river float and head up through Wyoming where the Green sluices down through gentle mountains into Colorado and the Gates of Ladore. The drive runs up through Parley's canyon, the steep pass once owned and operated by LDS church elder Parley Pratt. Story goes that one of the old maris dozen wives ran off to Fort Smith, Arkansas where Parley got his latter day saint ass shot off when he tried to steal her back from the Arky husband Utah mormons held a grudge, a sliver of the reason behind the Mountain Meadows Massacre where more than a hundred Arkansans lay butchered in a hole. Even the tiniest skulls have a bullet hole-Mama nearly died when I told the story. We pass the damsite beside Echo Reservoir. Out on the lake, skiers jump wakes over deep blue water, the Uintas rising up in the background "Are we go to Arkansas, Daddy?" |
