In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
So we climb up through miles of conifers, and the Sierra Nevadas stretch out in every direction beyond the blueness of Lake Tahoe. We turn a corner and dozens of shiny SUVs line both sides of the street. What are all these people doing here? Then I see a sign: Catholic mass.
I don't understand why so many people go to Catholic church when the whole thing makes you feel guilty and inferior.
Sebastian says, "Name a successful religion that tells people good stuff about themselves."