On Thursday morning we arose and headed off by 8:30 a.m. I was especially excited about today, since we were going to stop in Salt Lake City, Utah to have a look at the Mormon Temple. By 11:00, we stopped to get a map of the city and headed down Sorth Temple road. Unfortunately, there was a lot of construction, so we weren't able to find a place to park. Our only option was for Carl to park in a tour bus spot while I jumped out to take a quick picture. I was amazed at all the grandeur of the buildings and grounds, and all the men walking around with white short sleeved shirts and ties. I tried not to look too keen or interested, lest someone try and convert me. I got a quick picture of the temple as well as a number of bridal couples posing in front. I also noticed a Usana convention taking place at the Salt Palace. Most of those people weren't wearing white short sleeved shirts and ties.
Afterwards we stopped for lunch at yet another fastfood restaurant and had burgers and chicken, again. Carl was thrilled to use his Spanish to help a lady at the gas station purchase a money order. Then it was my turn to drive. Carl had driven through the mountains of Montana and Idaho and I got the wasteland of Utah...
Oh it was awful driving from Salt Lake to the Nevada border. Of course after lunch, Carl and all three kids fell asleep. All you could see for miles was flat, flat, flat. The road didn't curve, at all. It was worse than Saskatchewan. I was so bored that I got out my nail file and filed my nails while I drove. As soon as we hit the Nevada border, I let Carl drive for a bit. Boy it was hot, probably 40 degrees and dry with not a cloud in the sky or a tree for shade.
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