Elsinore's Shores
Willkommen, dames and gents. My name is Horace Arbogast, Elsinore, Utah’s eldest denizen. In 1840, a plague of near-Biblical proportions beset the Shelbyville to our Springfield: Iliff, Colorado. Weeks turned to months, the harvest moon drawing ever nearer. With the whole of their grape haul desiccated, Iliff sought to bleed our lifeblood, the River Sevier. Ah, but, “fall back” Daylight Saving Time hastened sunup, and their home-team beanies became homing beacons.
