Molly’s Nipple is a prominent landmark in the Hurricane Valley. The butte can be seen from everywhere. The funny thing is there are at least 12 Molly’s Nipple’s in the West, with 7 of them in Utah! Sometimes it’s spelled Mollies, but it’s always Nipple. Back in the early 1800’s, Molly was slang for a prostitute. The old frontier guys must’ve been obsessed with breasts and nipples. I just get a chuckle that in the land of Mormon, Molly’s Nipple is still Molly’s Nipple.
Ok, that’s enough of Molly’s Nipple! It was a great trip. We biked, and biked, and biked, and then biked some more. We ate and drank, but we must be getting old, because we brought back a lot of beer and almost all of the wine. Twenty years ago, when I was Forest’s age, that wouldn’t have happened. The best beers out of the bunch were Victory at Sea from Ballast Point (duh) and Mosaic IPA by St. Archer. This is a limited release. If you can find some, stock up.
We also stress tested the Airstream. The last four nights we had three adults and two dogs all co-habitating in our 25ft coach. Now that’s close quarters! I’m guessing everyone has seen enough pics of all of us riding on rock. If you haven’t, please check out our friend Roger’s blog: www.twoairheads.com Roger, his wife, Gail, and their Airstream were in Hurricane with us. I think you’ll find his blog quite entertaining, even if you are tired of seeing us riding rock.