Part 1: Syracuse

For unspecified but very valid reasons, my roadtrip actually started in Salt Lake City. Ascending north on the 15, it wasn’t long before my first unscheduled detour. I saw signs for Syracuse, UT. Thing is, I didn’t know there was a Syracuse, UT. But, I began life as a human in Syracuse, New York so I figured there must be something interesting there in Utah. Syracuse surely a place of auspice in any state. I saw signs, brown signs, suggesting a “Syracuse Museum” right this way. Following the signs, however, led me down and around and past a roundabout. Abruptly I was on a gravel road as rural and unhistoric as can be. I stopped to turn around when I noticed a rusted truck in a quiet field with some horses milling about, so I got out to see if there was a picture there. There, out in the middle of silent, sunny nowhere Syracuse, UT. As soon as I did, the horses all came over to me. Perhaps they were bored. They mugged and jostled for position, like I was the attraction there. The quietude and beauty of the horses overwhelmed me then, and I fully expected my car to explode. But, somehow it didn’t explode at all, so I checked the light, took some pictures, and got back on my way. Found my way back to the 15 and beyond.

Song of the day is “Can You Tell” by Ra Ra Riot, a band also from Syracuse — the one I’m from.

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1. Logan says:

   12 February, 2009 at 10:02 pm

   I know those horses, they owe me money.

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