AND WHAT AN ATTRACTION!
Proverbs, poetry and other musings carved into stones all along the road, up and down and around every turn.
It's quite a bit more rundown now, and of course it was old in the 70s since it was established decades before that. There's something very compelling about driving down into that gulley-like little niche, even today. Maybe it's all the no-trespassing signs posted on the fences, warning of camera surveillance. That old 70s rebelliousness coming back like last night's canned spaghetti and orange juice. The heart goes pitty-pat, I jump out of the car barefooted, (no, that's all--just barefooted because my feet were hot in the car) click here, click there, look around to see no one is hollering at me and I drive on to the next little gem.
Wait. What? Where'd this come from? Right there in the middle of Allen Park turnaround in front of a dried-up creek bed. A wonderful seque into my next post about another stone-carving enigma in Salt Lake City.