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The Great Alcohol Search
Sunday, September 14, 2008
At 11:00, immediately after breakfast, we left Albuquerque, NM and headed for Arches National Park in Utah. What would be more natural on a full
stomach than to talk about dinner? And what's dinner without a nice bottle of wine? A couple hours into our 6-8 hour trip, we stopped at
a grocery store and headed straight for the wine aisle. Not only was it stocked with a marvelous wine selection, but it also had hard liquor
(which we desperately needed for our plunge into the Grand Canyon). We peered through the bars separating us from the nectar of the gods, wishing
that they would make an exception and sell alcohol on Sundays.
Not to worry. We asked a clerk and she said all we had to do was get out of the county and we'd have a chance. We checked the map and charted
our course to the next major town, Shiprock.
Before long a huge rock loomed in the distance. We squinted and canted our heads trying to make the rock look like a ship, but with no luck.
When we finally zoomed past it, with the town still miles away, we realized we had the wrong rock. We focused again on the horizon. After two more failed attempts, we finally
saw a rock shaped like a sailboat - well it looked more like a boat than any other we had seen.
When we reached the town, I was curious about the explorer who decided this rock looked enough like a ship to name
the town after it, so I asked our Subway cashier
how Shiprock got its name. He said, "It's a long story and I'm not really sure if I know it, but basically its named after the shape of a rock."
You got to love local's knowlege of their own lore.
Since the Subway guy was so helpful with the origin of Shiprock, we asked him where we could purchase wine. Alas, we were on an Indian Reservation
and no booze is sold on reservations. We piled back into the car and moved on.
Not to worry, we would be traversing 60 miles of Colorado before we reached the alcohol-adverse state of Utah. Utah has very precise rules regarding the purchasing of alcohol, including the annoying law that alcohol can not be sold on Sunday (read Utah's enlightened drinking rules). The minute we crossed into Colorado, we began frantically searching for anywhere that might be willing to sell us alcohol on a *gasp* Sunday. In Cortez, Colorado, we saw a sign, glistening in the desert like a mirage, "Holistic Stuff; Adult Novelties; and Alcohol." We swung into a small roadside stand and headed to the walk-up window glad we didn't have to enter the building. When the tattooed lady asked if she could help us, our initial euphoria was replaced with images of the type of wine they might carry. Not wanting to be rude, we asked, "Do you sell wine?" The lady must have had the same vive because, althouth they sold some wine, she gave us directions to a store with more options. Personally, I think she didn’t want us detracting from their clientele.
We peeled out and headed to the "Cork & Bottle." Nirvana!! In our relief and excitement, we bought rum, vodka, a six-pack of beer,
and three bottles of wine to tide us over until Utah‘s stores opened on Monday.
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