WENT TO MEET THREE PATRIARCHS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT
I’m leaving Las Vegas. Driving on an endless, empty stretch of the Interstate 15 highway. It’s 7am on a bright Sunday morning and I’m pretty much the only car around. My temples are pounding. A few cans of beer from yesterday’s Supercross races are still lodged in my head as I drive north away from Sin City, towards Zion.