Travel and my new found job have allowed me to see the underside of tourist towns like the Moab of old. The old hardscrabble tourist years of the ‘70s to the mid ‘90s and seeing the back side of all the false front stores.
I awake and with great joy find myself in a Moab of the 1970s. A little river town in Idaho. A town where half the buildings are up for sale, and when floating this river that runs through it, you may look up and witness the obvious lack of building code, law enforcement and over-regulation. People can drive their ATVs through town, drink beer on the street, and dogs are allowed free range.
I now work in an area where I am not Nik’s brother and feel like I am under a microscope. An area where sitting in a parking lot drinking a beer is not a crime.
No one is checking to see if you are having fun on the river or beaches... really, no one cares. There’s no one sitting on the river bank with a book of tickets looking for rafters with beer, and no LJs. No one cares except the commercials.