After a couple of hours today, we made it to the Fish Mouth Cave. Along with a few small granaries, some grinding rocks, and dozens of ancient corn cobs, the cave was blitzed with modern graffiti. There was an inscription from February 1918, but since turn of the latest century the mess has just exploded. Dave, Dan, and Jordan. Tiffany and Judy. Why? It always reminds me of that quote from Catcher in the Rye: "You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write 'Fuck you' right under your nose. Try it sometime."
At any rate, I did find a motto that was easy to love: Legalize Utah. Actually, though, I don't understand the number, April 2020? I thought the referendum passed last November? Maybe it takes that long to grow the sensemilia. I don't know. Finally, we left the cave and made our way up an amphitheater to the north until we reached the ridge.
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