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 due to a “blood pressure-induced event” in late March. Eno required remarkably little persuasion to turn our business trip into an expedition. He collects counties, loves Buc-ee’s, and 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 but have never read it — an oversight I’ve always assumed I would correct eventually. So naturally, we’re going to Moab to pay homage to a writer I respect but haven’t read.
The harder question: Can Donald Trump’s coalition survive without Trump?
