As much as we hated to move on so soon, we wanted to get to Utah before friends Steve and Carol take off on a vacation of their own.
Reluctantly, we said, “So long, see you in November at Quail Run” to our wonderful hosts Don and Billee.
So at just minutes before nine we took off for Utah. Once again, we pretty much had the road to ourselves most of the way. We think the key is to get on the road AT or AFTER nine. It sure seems to work for us.
The countryside in some areas are starting to take on color.
These birds were in abundance as the farmer worked his farm. I don’t know if they are after worms or seed but they seem to getting their fill whatever it is.
As we got further down the road, over the Utah border, darn the sign came to fast I couldn’t get a picture of it, we could see smoke off in the distance. We could tell it was two separate fires.
By the time we got closer it had even spread to more than just the two. We figured out by now that it was brush fires.
As we got along side of the fires we could see the fire engine but they weren’t doing anything. I guess they were ready to spring into action should it start moving towards buildings but in the meantime they were letting it burn itself out.
We made it the rest of the way to SLC without incident. We were happy to see that all the construction around Steve and Carol’s place was done and a very nice road in place complete with turning lanes.
We were here shortly after one and immediately went to the patio to have a beer and a Pepsi before setting up “camp”. Oh how we looked forward to this view.
After getting set up we met Steve and Carol once again on the patio to catch up even more. If you remember from last year this is where we left our rig when we flew home to Delaware and then stayed on for another week when we returned six weeks later.
Soon four tummies were rumbling and it was time to get dinner made. I had four thawed chicken breasts so Steve grilled those and we had some of that great Utah corn on the cob and Utah tomatoes. We put a few other things on the table and we had a Feast, with a capital F. I had been “tasting” that corn ever since I knew we were coming through Utah and it did not disappoint me one bit. It was just as good as i remembered.
After everything was cleaned up from dinner we all retreated to their large covered patio again.
The sun had cast its color on the mountain across the way.
We sat and talked about the winter seasons of the past two years and the season that we’ll share coming up in Quail Run. We sat there until it was not quite light and not quite dark and watched the lights of the suburbs in the shallow valley below come on. Headlights, streetlights, parking lot lights, house lights, all like electric polka dots in the dusky evening. There was one bright light that caught my attention that kept going on and off with no regularity or rhythm. I finally figured out that it was a bright light that was on the other side of the Interstate and it blinked “off” every time a tractor trailer passed, blocking my view. It was like watching a lightning bug or firefly on steroids.
It was soon time for everyone to go in to their own places. Time to call it a night.
We are so thankful for friends like Steve and Carol.
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