Old Folsom Prison—East Gate

One approaches the east gate at Old Folsom in an old, blue school bus that ferries visitors from the modern check-in facility, past the faceless, gray concrete panels of New Folsom, and then turns left along the massive, hewn-granite walls that march down the hill to the east gate. The bus pauses periodically along this descent and inches over three speed bumps set in the asphalt for some obscure administrative reason.

I wonder aloud as to whether the staff had once used this odd stretch of road as a drag strip as we hunch up our muscles to absorb what the old bus’s springs gave up absorbing years ago. My wife simply shrugs her shoulders and watches gray granite slide past the window.

Published in BYU Studies Quarterly 46:3
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