Cedar City UT. 60 mile jump. 80 degrees. Some days one has to wonder if a circus was ever a thing of the southern west? Yesterday sitting in the show of a red rock cliff in southern Utah even the biggest bigtop in the world was dwarfed by the country that surrounded the show. Circuses have ventured west from the early days of the railroads, and the high plains welcomed even the biggest shows as homesteaders took a respite from the land to sit beneath the canvas. But in the canyon lands the circus seems somehow alien, evn as the crowds rush in to the fill the tent in places that haven’t seen a three ring show in a decade. Maybe it’s the dirt lots. A circus looks best on a background of green. Tomorrow we jump north toward the valley of the Salt Lake, and then to Ogden. From Ogden we stretch to Wyoming. In two weeks we’ll be in Nebraska, territory held for decades by the early Ringling Bros. Show. Soon enough we will be in the east where a big circus is dwarfed by nothing on the landscape not built by man. So goes a season.
PS: Third show added in Cedar City
PS: Third show added in Cedar City
