I found Mollie’s Nipple on the way to Purgatory. I can only assume Mollie is walking around with one nipple.
“Mollie’s Nipple” in Hurricane, UT. I have no idea where the other one is. I hope Mollie still has it.
It’s a butte named “Mollie’s Nipple”. Makes you wonder if Mollie was a popular saloon gal back in the day. Or if she lost one in a bar fight.
Have you ever see a 100 year-old fruitcake? No, no, I’m not talking about an old gay guy. Geez, people. I mean an actual fruitcake. Found via RoadsideAmerica.com at the Hurricane Valley Heritage Museum, it was originally a four-layer wedding cake. Not sure when they ate the two missing layers, but unless they ate them with a hammer and chisel, it wasn’t anytime in the recent past. But, wait! There’s more…
Mist hung in the air as a gentle breeze caressed my skin.
Tons of seal pups! The brown things are not rocks - that's the pups.
The air smelled fresh, as it always does at the sea. Seals barked in the distance, their sounds echoing off the row of shops and restaurants. Seagulls scurried away as I drew near, some taking flight. The occasional whiff of sauteed garlic and fried seafood wafted through air.
A gust of wind caressed my bare legs, giving them goosebumps. Men winked and smiled as I sashayed down the long dock.
Excitement was in the air. The hair at the back of my neck tingled.
I was simultaneously electrified with anticipation yet afraid of the potential danger being so close to the known killers. I waited with baited breath, hoping to catch a glimpse of the large, dangerous group. Others were scared, too, while some jockeyed for the best spot to see them.
The water lapped at the side of the large passenger vessel as it gently pushed off the dock. There was a long journey ahead of me.