Before Dallas comes desert, mountains, podcasts, and a 13-foot Sasquatch. Then comes the harder question: Can Donald Trump’s coalition survive without Trump?
By the time you read this, my friend and managing editor Rob Eno and I should be somewhere in the Mountain West, headed southeast toward Dallas.
The Republican Party is a house divided.
We took off Friday in a rental car from Inland Southern California. This was not entirely my idea. My doctor advised me not to fly for the time being, on account of a “blood pressure-induced event” in late March. Eno required remarkably little persuasion to turn a business trip into an expedition. He collects counties. He loves Buc-ee’s. He is weirdly excited about a 13-foot Sasquatch at a Terrible’s in Jean, Nevada.
We are also stopping in Moab, Utah, on purpose.
I have owned Edward Abbey’s “Desert Solitaire” for years and have never read it — an oversight I have always assumed I would get around to correcting eventually.
So naturally, we’re going to Moab to pay homage to a writer I respect but haven’t read.
