Sunday, August 18, 2013

Anything but Green River

The last thing I wanted to do was spend the night in Green River. Yet there it sat, a splash of ugly amid the splendors of southern Utah. They say in Nepal that you can drop your camera and still get a good shot.  Much the same can be said of Utah.  See above.
Green River is a withering uranium mining town on US 50 and home to some mighty fine melons and Ray's Tavern. I ferried a cantaloupe all the way to the Point Reyes seashore for an al fresco breakfast on Tomales Bay. It was a honey bomb. Melons and Ray's that's it. 
Their emergency medical equipment, however, is state of the art.