This post and its title will make a lot more sense when you read tonight’s Tooele Transcript article, which I’ll post here tomorrow. The following is the text of a journal entry scrawled by flashlight one dark desert night in 1993. It’s not from my journal, but Tyler Slack’s. He’s kept a pretty detailed journal as far back as I can remember. When we’d go camping, he’d ask everybody there to make a short entry after his. The following is my blurb from that night (spelling and grammatical errors preserved, uber-embarrassing parts removed):
10/1/93, 9:11PM Clint Thomsen
We’re in the car so my handwriting isn’t very great. Well, it’s been quite the adveturous camp. We got up here Wednesday night right after Brandy-o- hurt her neck. We came and sang to Dayland. We went to bed on the ground at about 3:00 AM. We woke up when Lott and Tanner came up. We went 4 wheelin. We, at that point, palyed football at the salt flats. Me and Chan climbed lone rock. We then proceeded to Horseshoe springs where we swamin the sludge and scum. Tyler ate a snake. Kelly talked about guns and such. Our good buddy Rob Osborne came and we sat by the fire some more. MOst of us left and ran through the wilderness screaming. Some idiot in bare feet came after us with a club. We came to Nevada and almost got our cameras confiscated when we had Juan and Trujillo take our picture with fries up our noses. Oh, yeah (NEXT PAGE PLEASE) I forgot, we swam in the grime again. Where was I? Oh, Wendover! We walked through the skywalk and then down the street to Nevada Crossing where we stuffed ourselves with food. MM, good. We, at that point, came back and now we are in the car. I am looking forward to another fun-filled night here in the wilderness. Remember, Anaqu la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda. Anyway, I love the Buds and I love camping.
Tonight’s article won’t address everything in that odd little essay, so here’s a few points of explanation just for fun:
-Brandy-o was a a high school friend who hurt her neck in a cheerleading accident during a football game the night we left. She’s feeling much better now.
–Horseshoe Springs is actually a really clean warm spring in Skull Valley, Utah. But a vomit inducing layer of mossy vegetation almost completely covers its surface at times, hence the “sludge and scum.”
-You’ll have to ask Tyler about eating the snake. To simply say there’s more to that story would be the understatement of the year.
-The barefoot guy with the club? Eh, it’s better left unsaid.
-Juan and Trujillo were waiters in the restaurant that night. The restaurant is inside a casino. Casinos don’t appreciate cameras (or their employees taking pictures of high school kids with fries up their noses). Apparently Juan and Trujillo didn’t get that memo.