The Great Bay of Sin

I done me some traveling in this Great Bay of Sin and yet I seen me some glories that flow down with the trickle of streams. Sure, this is a God fearing country and full of a some mighty fine folks. Oh, but of course, that is only if you're not of the Gentiles.

You see,...

Brother Jensen is torn between helping those outside of his faith and standing true to form. This is the way we have done things, this is the way we will do things and by God this is the way it WILL be.

But aye, me, I see..

There yonder walks a black man who until 1978 was not considered a worthy member of the faith. But, right, Satchmo didn't care, he kept right on playing and tooting his holy horn which sure put Moroni to shame, I'd say.

But that's alright..
To each their own Right, right?

And, o' course, we love a good country woman. Yep, those biscuits you make, Ms. Hatch, they're just splendid and I wonder if we can put some more in the oven. You know, give you a little token for my appreciation for all that you do. The Lord wills it so, I reckon.

Well, praise be.

There we are,...just couple of dirtbags riding in a beat up candy apple burro of a Ford. Pa at the wheel, Ma scrunched up in the extended cab, the little guy riding shotgun, and the dogs just a hootin' and a hollerin' in the back.

It's gettin' dark and the little guy is a-squirmin'.
A'ight, A'ight,...here we go again...
Head 'Em up and Mooove 'em out.
Git! Git! Git!

Git along now...

So with the Ruby Mountains to the left and the East Humboldts on the right, we go rolling northward over and through Secret Pass where you see the rolling hills come down from the mountains. The shine of sun shimmered on the these hills as if beckoning twilight to begin her dance. Pa is grinding his teeth, Ma's patience has run dry, and, whooo-ey, the little guy is really a-squirmin' in his seat.

Yep,...
Head 'em up!
Moo-ve 'em out!

Git.

Got to Lamoille Canyon, pitched the tent, fed the dogs, fed ourselves, and then right there, I said my prayers to forgive those who knowingly wallow in their own Great Bay of Sins and choosing never to reach out to the hand of Truth.

Tomorrow I will walk a mile extra.
Good Night.