Whizzing by Wyoming

We woke up in Boulder in strangely familiar post-party environs: on the futon of a ramshackle student house, with the surrounding floor strewn with beer cans. It almost felt like Charlottesville, but we blinked a few times and realized it was Keystone, not PBR, that we’d been drinking, so we had to be much further afield.

Once Lindsay and David, our gracious hosts, had finished their collegiate duties for the morning, we all headed out to Dot’s Diner, “Where the Folks Get Their Yolks!” There we enjoyed quite possiby the best eggs and grilled cheeeses ever, served to us by a 60-something grey-dreaded Dude. He looked like he’d walked straight from the lot of the nearest Dead Show to take our orders. A few thick glasses of chocolate milk and fried eggs later, we were ready to somehow tear ourselves away from the beautiful town of Boulder and get back on the road. We would have liked to stay another day, but the mountain of things to do once we reach California but before we go to Guatemala City is steadily mounting, and we knew we’d better keep on track.

Our drive to Park City, UT was mostly through Wyoming. It was largely uneventful: highlights include almost finishing “I Robot,” the latest book on tape, and stopping at Taco Time. For those of you who are not in the know – that is, those of you who are fortunate enough to live somewhere other than Rock Springs, WY – is somewhere between a Taco Bell and a Chipotle, but locally owned, reasonably priced, and festively themed. We had amazing soft tacos and mexi-fries (which are tatertots, apparantly). Of course, we even made friends with Jayce at the register, who agreed to take our photo.

An hour-and-a-half later, and we were in dear old Bear Hollow in Park City, UT, where we finally had a house to ourself! Imagine – the ability to do your laundry in a washer with minimal effort! It’s been quite luxurious thus far.

We started off today (August 26^th) with a nice little hike up in the mountains above Park City. It was nothing to serious, but very pretty as you can see all three ski resorts, Deer Valley, Park City, and the Canyons, at various points in the hike. After the hike we walked through mainstreet, ogling tomahawks and cowboy boots to our hearts’ content.

This evening we plan to picnic at an outdoor concert with Tori’s cousin Justin, wife Alexis, their daughter Lucy, and Alexis’s parents Bob and Aldonna. Should be fun!!