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When I get to this point in a road trip, with the end in sight, I start having thoughts of quitting my job, getting the Airstream and exploring our great, yet slightly fucked up, continent.  Or maybe some other continent.

Well, enjoy this blurry, tiny picture of us checking out an insanely sexy Mormon checking out [of the hotel]:  We like girls who wear vests.

Beer is good.   We’ve had a lot of beer this trip, some excellent, so our standards are a little high right now.

We went to Squatter’s Brewpub first, and although some of the beers were pretty average, none were offensive, and two, the Porter and Stout, were excellent. chocolate-ty, barley-laden, thick as mensies.

More beers and hot chicks after the break!

I woke up this morning and said, “I think it’s time for the brown lightning.” I wasn’t talking about the t-shirt.

More beer, less sobriety.

We met Mike and his girlfriend, who may or may not be his baby’s mama.  He has a 5 year-old who plays soccer.  He recommended that we move on to a bar called Green Street if we expected to have our own 5 year old soccer players.

Our first attempt at making soccer babies went poorly.  Note to self: Never, ever, get a tattoo in SLC.

Malcolm is from Togo.  That may be the only place that you have an excuse to come to Salt Lake City from.  He was not a Mormon to the best of our knowledge.

Pool skill gets chicks.  This is a fact.  You hit the white ball, right?

Not long after starting to play pool, we were joined by Jacqueline and Mandy.  Jacqueline had sexy stripper legs, which you may or may not be able to see here.  She was my teammate and distracted Spammer enough so we could win.  Apparently, women think winning is sexy.

Mandy didn’t really look like a monkey, I’m just not a very good photographer, and she was sad to lose so badly.  Spammer’s face seem’s sad, but I think that’s a pool cue in his pocket!

After wearing out our welcome with the pool girls, we looked for greener pastures.  That led us to Jamie and her friend whose name we forgot.  We’ll call her “Rack”.

She seemed more excited to be out of focus in this picture … not suprisingly.

That was enough fun for one night … we have a long day ahead of us … this nice taxi driver from Iraq took us home.  He was divorced from a “Mexican woman” and called himself a “player”.  Sure.

Time for bed, enjoy the shots!

Below are images from just before we left paved road, to an unmapped (by Google) dirt road, Nevada to Utah to Nevada to Utah and then back onto the highway again and into the city limits of Salt Lake City.

Another fine find, Zoo. Excellent roads. Tons of photos after the break:

Zoo almost stepped on a Horny Toad! (LOL..)

And he scampered away…

In Utah, beliefs can make mountains float like clouds…

Elko: Whores, 24-hour access to alcohol and gambling, all-you-can-eat steakhouses.
SLC: Mormans, 24-hour access to group prayer, and all-you-can-marry churches.

We’ll give you some more details on Salt Lake City after we hang out a little tonight …

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