We got to Salt Lake yesterday afternoon after driving up through the desert and mountains from Moab. The big wind was still blowing and there were branches down and stuff flying all over. We managed to get to dinner with Timmy and Frank, because Tim was leaving the next morning for a convention. We did much damage to a lot of sushi, much to the wonderment of our family, who stuck to shrimp tempura.

Today we mooched around at Mom’s and ran a couple of errands before meeting with our friends Jim and Jane at a place called the Salt Lake Pizza and Pasta Company. In my salad days it was the old Pine Cone, where I used to cut out for lunch in high school and bring back large takeout containers of coffee and drink it just outside my German class, so the aroma would drive my (ahem) non-coffee-drinking teacher buggy. However, now it’s a very nice pizza and pasta joint, but with a large number of screaming babies and breastfed (!!) toddlers. Nonetheless, it was a fun time and much food was eaten. Then Jim and Jane hopped on his Vespa (which had non-working lights and a seat bolt that fell off) and met us a block away at the Maggie Moo ice cream joint. I had 2 scoops, naturally. How could I not? I could get them to moosh together “cinnamoo” and chocolate mint.

I had pasta, beer, goat cheese and ice cream. Not a good combo. I’m feeling a bit El Bloato at the moment. We are DEFinitely hitting the health club regularly from now on.

Tomorrow’s agenda: more mooching around, more eating, possibly some hot tubbing, and of course, eating. We’re in the “decompress” mode of the vacation. Friday morning, very early, we leave to bomb back across Wyoming and part of Nebraska, hoping to make it to the same comfortable place we stayed in Grand Island. Oh, and tomorrow I think we may be seeing the Hollister’s new house and new boyfriend. Fun for some (us, prolly not him).