Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Blues and a Hot Red Dress
She was not part of the band, she just stepped up and asked if she could sing a song with them. And then she absolutely KILLED IT. I don't know, I just thought that was one of the coolest -- and, for some reason, the totally sexiest -- moments I have ever witnessed. She's not beautiful, but she was hotter than the sun at that moment.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Travels With Brewer: Bloody Canyon
After crossing the pass, the way leads down Bloody Canyon—a terrible trail. You would all pronounce it utterly inaccessible to horses, yet pack trains come down, but the bones of several horses or mules and the stench of another told that all had not passed safely. The trail comes down three thousand feet in less than four miles, over rocks and loose stones, in narrow canyons and along by precipices. It was a bold man who first took a horse up there. The horses were so cut by sharp rocks that they named it “Bloody Canyon,” and it has held the name—and it is appropriate—part of the way the rocks in the trail are literally sprinkled with blood from the animals.--William H. Brewer, July 1863













