Utah

Utah
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-August 2009
-Tyson B. Troxel

The sun was just coming up over the mountains. It was July. Hot,
but cool this morning. This was a good month to be alive. He had
achieved a milestone. His first vacation, sober.
Taking a sip of hot coffee, and taking a drag from his cigarette,
Robert, picked up his camera. Not his expensive Nikon, his cheapie.
the one he got at a garage sale, for $2, 2 years ago. He took the
lens cap off, and stared off towards the 1st red. of the top of the
summit. If he was lucky, he'd be there by late morning. He snapped
a few pictures.
Takig one last sip of his now cold coffee, he dumped the rest onto
the ground, placed his mug in his backpack, and finished his 3rd
cigarette, since he woke up. It was hard to imagine it was only
5:30am. It was hard to sleep, when the sun came up, around 5am.
Such is life. Back home, he could sleep safely until 9am. This was
vacation, however. No time to sleep in. He could do that when he
got old. He was a young 45.