We saw some strange critters today, on a trailer nearby. They were so fierce they had to be tied down! Imagine what havoc they would have wreaked in this tiny mountain community! Jim’s brother John is visiting from the great state of Texas.
We drove south through the mountains then north towards Salt Lake City and checked out both lunch and a neighborhood recommended by Jim’s colleagues. We went to a BBQ place we were used to last time we were here on a short-term deal and Jim had his signature Fred Flintstone ribs. Jim wanted to look at the name of a Mexican place across the six-lane road but John said “that can’t be real Mexican food out here in Utah.” He was right, the Texans ascertained that “Guadalahonkies” would not be traditional fare. For those out there from Cafe B, where Ms. Diana Kennedy visited and I offered to drive her three hours to SF to be in the presence of greatness, please don’t tell her I even said the word “Guadalahonkies.” Thank you. It was enough for her to tell me that Diet Coke would ruin my palate.
The neighborhood was quite nice. It was a good day. We couldn’t go to Park City because of a huge art festival going on, no traffic allowed in town, and it would have cost us $30 to just get in town to go to lunch, without the price of lunch, of course.
Jim’s brother is in town and they set out bicycling this evening to allow me to prepare dinner, and he’s flying back tomorrow afternoon. He’s been doing some genealogical research and has a few holes to fill to get his family tree back to the 1500′s! Impressive work so far so we’ll go to one or two research sites tomorrow morning before we head for the airport. Take care and have a good evening, Dee
