Three Thousand Seven Hundred And One

Home again. Last night was spent in the comfort of our own bed with both Jack and Gracie orbiting around us. Before we got home though....

Sandy and Nancy joined us at Carol's home yesterday around 11:30. We then set out for the Harley Davidson shop in Medford where we were hoping to find newly delivered shirts. Afterwards we had a great lunch in Talent, Oregon. Of course we had to walk around Ashland - which did not make the men in the party particularly happy. Nancy and I both decided we loved the same shoes Carol had bought, but only I was lucky enough to score a pair. Of course all of this shopping meant that we would not be getting home until really, really late. We stopped for dinner at Grazella's in Woodland and finally arrived home at 10:45. Yawn. It was a very long, hot day and I thought we would never get home.

So, today we are slowly moving back into our traditional life. A life that does not require studying routes, making reservations, packing, unpacking, and living on the road. We miss the freedom, the simplicity of wearing the same clothes everyday, the mystery of new towns, and the adventure of fabulous rides. George normalized by washing the bike, mowing the lawn, and doing wash. I slept most of the day. Then I looked at my toenails and decided I was going to have a pedicure at Van's where I would be treated to a hot rock massage. It was amazing. AMAZING.

We talked with friends today and got to see both Sam and Ben. Sam has just been promoted an will be relocating to the Bay Area! We are all thrilled for him.

We rode 3,701 miles in approximately 2 weeks. We are truly thankful that the bike did its job and for the third year we made a long journey and returned home with only good memories. Next year: Canada

The Rocky Mountain Riders checking out.

Happy 4th Anniversary Ben & Elizabeth!

Hi Kids,

Dad and I send you both our love and gratefulness that we have been able to share in watching your relationship bloom from emails to marriage. As Maggie would say, "It's been a hoot and a half!".

Today also marks the final day of our ride. Nancy and Sandy joined us in Bend, Oregon yesterday for a quick visit and trip to the Harley store. We left them in Bend and made the long, hot, hot trek to Medford, Oregon. Let me say that again. Long and hot. I was offline yesterday and missed Marsha's birthday! Happy Birthday Marsha! What is up with the ball? I can't wait to hear.

We are staying in Medford with our good friend Carol. Last year we began our trip with her and this year we are ending it with her and her wonderful cat Tommy. It is hard to describe her beautiful home-so I won't try. Suffice it to say that we love being here. Thank you Carol.

We are now waiting for Sandy and Nancy to arrive and we will be off to the Medford Harley to buy some overpriced merchandise. Then, hopefully to Ashland to have a lovely lunch and then the final push for home. I am starting to miss Jack and Gracie.

I am out of blog stuff. We ended the trip just in time. I am watching Carol arrange flowers from the Farmer's Market she and George just returned from and I am full of fresh fruit she prepared for us this morning.

George is going to take Carol on a ride to her daughter Tiffany's home. Carol is a bit concerned, but is a brave soul. When she returned she said her adorable grandson, Owen, was quite interested in the helmets and put his on too. Owen has really taken to Big George. Life is good. Jenson

The Early Bird Get Frost Bite

Last night we had dinner at an amazing restaurant called Canyon Crest. Our table was located out on the balcony overlooking the Snake River. The view was spectacular. We even saw a base jumper-which is someone who jumps off structures with a parasail. The bridge that we could see from the restaurant is one of the few in the US where one can legally jump from. The whole sensory experience of being outside in a glorious postcard and having a waterfall running below us was pretty special. George was pretty happy with his prime rib too.

So, this morning. Once again we were on the bike and out on the road by 6am. You would think we were not on vacation. It was so cold that we had most of our clothes on. I was whimpering on the back and at one point actually wondered if I could ride with one of the truckers for a while just to warm up. George pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a restaurant and we both fell off of the bike. The young waitress immediately ran for warm drinks. So, I did not really want to eat as I was to cold, but I decided that perhaps some hot oatmeal would help defrost me from the inside out. George ordered a 3 egg omelet. Now, I order the small bowl of oatmeal because the large bowl generally resembles a sink. So out comes our meals. The waitress puts mine in front of me and says, "I hope it's enough". Truly there was between 1/4 and 1/2 cup. I had it down in 10 seconds. When I glanced over at George's breakfast I about fainted. His omelet clearly was the daily dozen special. He also had a huge heaping helping of potatoes and two gigantic pieces of toast. Even Big George was spellbound by the sheer size. He could only eat half. HALF! Even tonight he said he wished he could have eaten more it was so good. Man.

So, we finally made it to our last night in a hotel. We are at AmeriTel Inn in Bend, Oregon. I think it is related to the hotel we stayed at last night because there are suspicious similarities. We are located right by the river and within very close walking distance of cute shops and wonderful restaurants. In the morning Sandy and Nancy will be joining us for breakfast! They will be staying in Bend tomorrow night and then joining us for the ride home.

A few side bars:
A restaurant I saw in Burns, Oregon today- Meat Hook Restaurant - Really
Great moment: Seeing wild horses

Tomorrow we are off to Medford, Oregon. We will be staying with two of our favorite friends, Carol and Thomas. Thomas is Carol's cat and he is awesome. We love visiting Carol and this will bring the final days of our journey to a splendid close.

I am making George watch Glee Club right now. He's had a few comments. "What's the difference between Glee Club and cheer?" And, "Thank God Son's of Anarchy are going to be back on soon."
On that note. Good night. Jenson

Statelines

We were on the bike and ready to roll at 6am. It was still dark. There was a woman getting her things in her car at the same time and I could read her mind. "I am so glad that's not me". Anyway off we went. We were on the road until we arrived at our destination at 3:30pm. We traveled through Utah, Nevada, and are now in Idaho. The state line between Utah and Nevada was quite funny. There is a white line painted down the highway and Utah is painted on one side and Nevada is painted on the other. The first Nevada casino is located right on top of the line. It would appear that there are some feelings being demonstrated there. We also rode by Salt Lake City. I thought we might stop and at least buy a T-shirt or swim in the lake, but George was having none of that. It is a very smoggy city. The rest of the ride was uneventful. Hours of desert, farmland, salt flats, and very little else. I am still curious about how people maintain economically in these towns that appear to be wasting away.

We are at a Hilton Garden Inn in Twin Falls, Idaho. It is a very nice hotel and the room is quite lovely. Tomorrow we will have another early start and our destination will be Bend, Oregon.

A few random thoughts:
A new drink we read on a menu in Aspen: It is called Pink Panty Pulldown: Vodka, Lemonade, Soda, Cranberry We thought is sounded pretty good.

Marsha: We love Murphy's. My favorite little restaurant is Grounds. I am happy to hear that Jim, who I think of as so sane and reasonable ,is also susceptible to doing silly things. And yes, we have hung with our Harley brothers and sisters in Jamestown.

Final thought: At times during this ride, perhaps when we are flying across some beautiful mountain pass, the stark truth of what we are doing exposes itself and I feel incredibly vulnerable. The magic of traveling on a motorcycle is also what can make it risky. There are no doors, or windows, or seat belts to give one the sensation of safety. When I catch sight of my body, clinging to the seat, and I realize how close I am to the ground, for just a moment I feel a brief frisson of panic. We are so far from home. We are so far from anything that would provide comfort if there were a problem. And then the moment passes. The beauty of the ride restores my enjoyment in the moment and the beat goes on.

Happy 29th Anniversary Sandy and Nancy!

Many Happy Returns to Uncle Nancy and Aunt Sandy for their 29th year. Once again I have found the best card-I am laughing just thinking about it.

After an interesting day on the road, chilly, hot, sunny, rainy, windy, and stormy, we are spending the night in Vernal, Utah. Along the way we stopped in Steamboat Springs and ended up finding a wonderful shop where we found a picture that we are having sent to Folsom. The young woman who helped us is from Martinez and her dad went to the same high school George did. As Walt Disney told us - It's a small world after all. We also found a really fun candy store. And that was it for cute towns in Colorado. The next town we stopped in, Craig, we found one place for lunch. Well, there was a Taco Bell and MacDonald's. Anyway, the town looked ready to close down. We could not believe it was just one hour from Steamboat Springs.

Next stop was Dinosaur, Colorado. Now how this town even is on the map is beyond me. Even the video store was out of business. We stopped at the gas station for a drink and to run across the street and take pictures with the giant dinosaurs. I wanted to get some postcards for the great nieces and was redirected to a store around the corner called The Pickle Stop. We missed it the first time around. But we found another big dinosaur and had to take another picture. Well, George wanted one by the dinosaur with him on his bike. No joke. So, we drove past the liquor store and back to The Pickle Stop where I did a little business. It was a pack rat's dream stop. I don't know who would really shop there. The owner said people would stop just to see if he really sold pickles. He doesn't.

Our hotel room: Wow. This baby is at least a 4 star room. Very modern, well furnished, large TV, microwave, fridge, desk, couch, etc. It is one of the best rooms we have had. And it is in a town that does not appear to have anything happening. George finally asked someone and was told that tourists come here to visit the Dinosaur National Monument. Who knew? Really, I cannot describe this place. And right next door is this restaurant, Del Rio Cafe, that is really unique. It is Mexican food, but with homemade tortillas, and you line up and they make your meal according to your specifications. It was quite good.

Well, we are up at 5:00 tomorrow so we can get make tracks before we get too baked. It will be a long day as we are heading to Twin Falls, Idaho.

A few things I have not mentioned. I'm kidding right? The shoe tree in Nevada. Yes, there is a tree that people throw sets of shoes in. I did get a picture, but it does not show up very well. And, when we were in Lake City, CO, I went into what served as the town grocery store/gas station to buy something. The only other shoppers in the store were three young men. They all bought chew. I found this oddly fascinating. Finally, George and I began our trip into Colorado thinking we wanted to move there. Then we realized we were too old to take on snow.

Over and out. Jenson

Gas Food Lodging

This morning we planned to have an early breakfast and one last swim before heading out. The pool did not open until 7:30 so we watched the staff as they readied the area for the crowds that would show up during the day. The pools at this early morning hour were calmly letting off puffs of steam into the cooler air. The early morning group of swimmers are primarily senior citizens. They swim laps, they walk up and down the pool, they visit and they relax their bodies in the warmer pool. George and I soon joined them and spent over an hour relaxing and walking, slowly swimming, and pulling each other through the wonderful water. I thought of my mom and how I would have loved to have brought her here. I would have held her in my arms and floated her little body through the healing waters and she would have been so happy. Her bones would have warmed and she would have been able to stretch and feel her whole body.
It was finally time to leave and our next stop was in Aspen for lunch and a quick walk around the town. What a beautiful place and it was certainly full of beautiful rich people. We went to the Farmer's Market where everyone had their dogs with them. Dogs I had never seen before, or never seen in person before. Well groomed. Expensive dogs. As we were walking around the market we noticed there were far more things for sale then fruits and vegetables. In fact, one booth that sold jewelry had people crowding in to purchase items. A little necklace went for $120. We were a bit flabbergasted that people go to a Farmer's Market to spend that kind of money. Only in Aspen.
Our first ride of the day was Independence Pass. The pass crosses the Continental Divide at 12,096. It was a fabulous ride. Breathtaking-long expanses of roads rolling up and down mountains. Our final ride was Battle Mountain Pass. Another wonderful experience.
We are spending the night in Frisco, Co. The rides have been terrific and the towns that are sprawled out along the way are all just filled with great restaurants, shops, and all sorts of outdoor activities.
First thing this morning I saw this sign: Gas Food Lodging. I think Meryl could play me. William Hurt (with a few more pounds) could play George.
Back to Utah tomorrow. We are beginning to turn the bike homewards. Jenson

Fun Friday

It all started with a lovely bowl of Irish oatmeal. We had packed up a bag of goodies to take to the pool and stopped by the grill to have our morning meal on the way to our morning soak. First though we had a big decision. Do we get 4 turns down the water slide, 8 turns, or go all out and get the all day pass. Believe it or not this was the biggest decision of the day. We went with eight. Spending time in the pools goes something like this. You get in the huge pool first and walk up and down. Or if you are with a family you play catch. Then, when you get cold you go to the warm pool. We spent hours doing this until the water slide opened. Okay. We used to love the water slides at Cal Expo. So, it was with some excitement and a lot of trepidation that we started up the stairs. All 99 of them. We finally reached the top and decided to go down the Blue Comet first. You got down the Comet with your body. And so at 50 miles per hour you whip down the tunnel in cold water hitting your head and body every turn. I could not stand up when I finally got to the bottom. The other slide,the Green Whatever,was much kinder. You rode on a large tube, the water was warm, and the ride was fun. However, after three times, with a long break in between, we gave our ticket to a family with kids. We are old.
This really is a great place. We met some women who had taken Amtrak from Reno to Glenwood Springs. That would be a blast. There are vapor caves, biking, hiking, and great restaurants. And you get to spend hours in a mineral pool revitalizing your body. Finally, a vacation!!! It is lovely to see George so relaxed. He pulls me around the pool or I pull him and we laugh at little things. It is really quite corny and so great.
Well, tomorrow we are going to start with another breakfast and swim and then off to many fine vistas.
Good night...Jenson

Singing in The Rain

8/19/10: Today got off to a rough start. I only have sunglasses. I feel terrible about losing something so valuable to me (like an organ), and I am sick. To make matters worse it is overcast and very gloomy. I have arranged for glasses to be made for me in the town where we will be staying, Glenwood Springs. They will only be single lenses, but I will be able to see.
I know that I have described how beautiful Colorado is-but humans so live here and today in the midst of all the beauty we saw two giant mining operations.

We stopped in yet another great town, Carbondale,for lunch. I was still feeling pretty awful, but managed to eat some part of a great grilled cheese sandwich. It was the first place I had found that did not use American Cheese. Heavens. Why bother? George of course is always happy with some huge hunk of meat and a cold beer. So, when we left the restaurant, yes, it was really raining. Now, we had a little rain earlier, but this was really coming down. Colorado rain is interesting. It storms like mad for a while, and then, it's over. So, we put on the rest of our rain gear, got on the bike, and drove the thankfully short distance to Glenwood Springs.

I am now the proud owner of a cute little pair of black glasses. We grabbed some snacks and checked in for the next two nights to Glenwood Hot Springs!!!! It is a hoot. We have already been to the mineral pool. There are two pools. One if about 90 degrees and other 104 degrees. Together they are about as long as my street. They are supposed to heal whatever ails you. Another big storm was brewing so George and I headed for our room where I blogged and he sat on our patio and read. Tomorrow we will return to the pools and the slides!

Well, I can relax now. I am all caught up and up to date. Frances, I am so happy for the kids! Is there a date? Marsha, you need a vacation! Karen, I got your comment-I love you and miss you. Em, keep writing. Caryl, I been thinking of you when my bottom feels like two stones. How'd you do it?

Well, we have to decide how we are going to get food. One thing about parking the bike is that you really don't want to get on it again until you have to. So we might just put on our rain gear! Thanks for reading my rambles. I have to say that I am still pondering the big question. What on earth is a 57 year old woman doing on the back of a motorcycle? I am really not sure about the answer. Don't tell George I asked. Love to all. Jenson

Changing Visions

8/18/10: There are many problems with blogging. On the road you have to rely on the WiFi of others to stay current and reguritate your daily rumnations. Otherwise the days begin to blend and the details are lost in a haze of other once amazing details. I think about what I am going to write so much that it is often stale by the time I actually write, perhaps, I have even changed my opinion from morning to evening, and I am sick of myself by the time I settle down to put words on the computer.
This morning we took one of the most beautiful rides I have experienced. Wolf Creek Pass. For reasons I can't explain the ride was perfect Colorado. As we got further into the ride I began thinking that if it wasn't for my family and friends I would wish that my father had retired to Colorado. I felt as though I had found my place. The mountains were all green, lush trees, until we came upon one long turn in the road that looked back over a luscious green meadow. You cannot help but use the word green when describing Colorado. Sometimes as you are riding there will be a beautiful stone wall on one side, and trees bordering a stream on the other. And often you are the only people on the longest stretches of road. They seem to go on forever. Occasionally the greenery gives way to amazing red mountains that glow when the sun hits them-just right. And the ranches-gigantic and stretching out forever.
We stopped at another small town called Creede and had an outstanding lunch and a great time walking around. Once again this town is surrounded by huge mountains making it picturesque and quaint.
Our destination for the evening was Lake City. I had make a reservation at a place called the Matterhorn Motel. Here's where I realized I had lost my glasses. I will only say that I took care of business, but things were pretty grim.
I was up most of the night reading Eat Pray Love thinking that maybe Liz did have something to share. More tomorrow. Jenson

The Mystery Of The Queen Bed

I know why I don't love Eat Pray Love. Liz and I share some similarities. Not her beauty, body, bucks, brain, Guru, or beliefs. Yes, one of the things we share is that we both think too much. Okay, she thinks about spiritual things and men, and me, I think about my blog. Day and night. It becomes a curse when riding for long hours on the back end of the bike. So, when we got to Rico after a really long day of riding I was totally worn out. This is the letter I am going to send to Chef. It also explains the problem with thinking.
Dear Chef,
When we arrived at the Rico Hotel, worn out, dirty, and hungry we had a bit of a problem locating the registration desk.. (Maybe some signage?) My husband finally found a room with two cute pooches, but neither one could help us. (I believe this room was used to hand out towels when the building was a frat house) Fortunately a young man appeared and took me to the kitchen where you were busily prepping for the evening meal. You quickly ran us back down the hall, swiped my card, gave me a key, and disappeared again. After we lugged our bags up to the second floor I only wanted four things. A diet Pepsi, pretzels, TV, and a hot shower. Lucky me, I brought two of the four with me. The TV used a Satellite remote which I had no idea how to use. After realizing there was no telephone in the room to call the "front desk" I went downstairs and found a woman in the office. I explained my problem and she said she did not know how to help me as she did not watch television. Hmmmm. But she went up to our room where we found my husband running in his skives into the bathroom where he took our one hot shower. More on that later. She too had trouble with the remote and said she was just the bookkeeper and said I would need to get Chef. As if. We finally got it to work. But that was just a tease. The show would work for a while....and then it wouldn't. About the shower. My only guess is that each room gets one hot shower a day. George got both of ours. I got one tepid one yesterday and did not bother with one today. I tried. It was just too awful.

Sometime in the middle of the night it occurred to me that we were missing a bed and possibly a room. I saw it on your site. It was also on my receipt. And yet our room had only a double bed. I'm just saying. Could you let me know what happened?

Sincerely,Jenson

About pictures. I'm trying. The ones we have taken are not all that great anyway. There will be pictures as soon as I can get them to load.

Colorado is a warm and fuzzy state-like a teddy bear. It is green and welcoming and comfortable. Utah by comparison is like a transformer. Unique and wildly challenging. Our ride today was called the Million Dollar Highway. It is a difficult ride in a vehicle or a motorcycle. All twists and turns and unprotected edges. The night we ate at the Rico Hotel we shared the plastic room with a couple who had ridden the Million Dollar Highway from a town on the other side of the big mountain called Silverton -on their bikes (cycles) and were going to camp out and ride back the next day. The gigantic storm that hit brought them to the restaurant and hotel instead. Wow!

We spent the day driving through amazing terrain and stopping in some wonderful towns. The first one was Ouray. Pronounced Youray. What a wonderful little town. It is nestled down in a valley between the beautiful Colorado mountains. We had lunch in Silverton, another very folksy, cheerful town.

We ended the day, once again exhausted, in Durango. If you are ever in Durango, stay in the Old Town. We didn't, which was fine, we needed some rest, and George needed a swim. But the fun is in Old Town.

See you all on the road. Jenson

Diversity

Regardless of your beliefs about how she was created, Mother Earth is indeed a miracle. There is nothing like a cross country trip to illustrate how unique and puzzling the states are in their geological divisions. Nevada is flat and arid and sparsely populated. We saw an enormous sand dune on the lonely highway that was made from sand slowly blowing eastward. The sand reached a mountainous barricade where it was captured and became a huge dune. Peoples drive all types of dune buggy's and other jeeps up the dune. The sole vehicle driving up the dune when we went by looked like a tiny bug. Southern Utah shares the same sparse population, but once the terrain changes from flat to fabulous red rock canyons the similarity changes. Both George and I were caught up in humanizing the humongous structures. The colors range from glorious reds to whites to brown. There are mulilayers of each color on some of the walls. The giant structures bring to mind castles, kings, warlords, Romans, Titans, perhaps some ancient culture that lived in this land and left only the rocks behind as memory. Some of the structures look as though they were gigantic battle ships, abandoned parked in rows, resting until called back to war. You cannot help but let your imagination run wild in Utah.
We rode through the historic Fruita district. It is well known because it is cooler and someone began growing fruit trees at the bottom of the walls. It seemed at times that we rode for miles-and miles and we were the only two people in the world. That is what the vastness of Utah is like. There is so much beauty. And that is why diversity is so important-how would it be if our Earth were all Utah?

On a lighter note: I wanted to finish up on dinner last night. What a wonderful restaurant. What a lovely place to stay. If any of you find your way to Boulder, Utah you must spend at least a night at the Boulder Mountain Lodge. There is really no town to speak of. The owners of the lodge had to build 11 extra rooms to entice employees to come work there. How fun though. To live somewhere so beautiful, with hiking, and skiing, and cycling all readily available. And great food and lodging provided for you. Where do I sign up? I had a vegetable soup and biscuits that were unbelievable. George had trout. Yum.
So, tonight we are in Colorado. Funny story. We have traveled through 2 states and are now into our third. I have not purchased a single souvenir. I came close. We were in a town in Utah with a naughty name and I considered buying Liz a shot glass-for a second. Believe it or not, I actually decided that she would not appreciate a naughty gift from her mother-in-law. Then it occurred to me that we were in UTAH and they did not have shot glasses anyway! Besides which, I had yet to see a real store in two days. I had seen 2 dollar stores, a second hand store you had to call for an appointment to see things, and gas stations that sold random stuff. But no real stores. What do people do here? So kids, it could be a nicely framed photo of dad standing in the canyon of his dreams.

Colorado: I have to admit I am very tired. The last few hours were looooonnnggg. And beautiful. We had a reservation in a place called the Rico Hotel. It is a very funny old building looking thing. I can't quite tell what it looks like from the outside. It is pretty grown over by something. You can get a room with a bathroom, or not. Our room is very cute, clean, no hair dryer. My biggest fear is that it would smell. The chef also appears to run the place which makes asking for help very difficult. It really operates as a ski bum place in the winter. Big fireplace and lots of couches. Anyway, we ate at the on site restaurant. Wow. George had a steak. Loved it. Licked his lips and mooed. I had carrots, spinach, and mashed potatoes-which does not even begin to explain how fabulous my meal was. And we were in this room with plastic walls and it was totally storming outside. We are thinking about Hawaii.

Well my friends, I can't see anymore and there are parts of my body I can no longer feel. I hope all is good with each of you. Em, thanks for joining the ride from Paris. PS George says the vulture was trying to avoid us. I was telling him tonight at dinner that if he had been a cyclist the vulture would have had him for dinner. That's when he broke out his theory. He is wrong. I was watching the whole thing.
Good night from Rico, Colorado Jenson

Happy Birthday Frances

Hi Frances! We are hoping you are having a wonderful birthday. I actually had an alternate title, "Dead Meat In The Middle Of The Road", but you know that I think birthdays take priority. We hope it is splendid. But now that I have whet your appetite about the dead meat...yesterday while zooming eastward up the loneliest highway we passed two gigantic vultures snacking on aged coyote. As we passed, one of the vultures, gender unspecified, apparently got upset that we interrupted their brunch and flew at us in a rage. It came so close that I could almost see its gender. I even looked back to see if it was tailing us. (I thought about screaming out that I was a vegetarian, but that would leave George vulnerable and he was driving) Now, this is only important in that I have developed a bit of paranoia about birds and dead road objects. We will not do well at 70 miles an hour if attacked by a large predator. So, today I perseverated about the vulture, snakes, and work.

The Riders happily left the teeny, tiny, box room very early this morning and spent the day traveling towards Boulder, Utah. The ride took us by Bryce Canyon and through some amazing terrain. Utah is absolutely amazing. I did a bit of math today also. If the population of Utah was 2,000 people, then Southern Utah is 20 people. We rode through miles and miles of uninhabited land. And the places that had people had maybe one or two. What a day we had. We ended up going a short distance down this fabulous road. George parked the bike and hiked down and walked into the open canyon area of the red rocks. He was like a little boy. He make me join him. I figured out later it was to take a picture of him. Anyway, he told me he had always wanted to go inside of one of the canyons. Who knew? It was pretty wonderful. Very quiet and cool. Very spiritual. I couldn't wait to escape.

The best for last. Well, one quick thing. We did stop for a snack at this incredible place located out on the rocks. It is called Kiva's. There are two rooms available to stay in that face out into the most beautiful canyon. What a place to stay that would be! Anyway, we arrived at our destination-The Boulder Mountain Lodge and I immediately fell in love. The view, our room, the hot tub. All incredible. This place is in the middle of heaven. It is quiet, peaceful, and really beautiful. We have reservations for Hell's Backbone Grill, the on site restaurant. I wish we were staying two nights. Our room has two wonderful chairs on the patio that overlook a large,grassy area which is backed by the giant Utah scenic mountains. I could live here forever.

Well friends, I may have to talk about dinner tomorrow. I am writing this blog from the office as the WIFI does not work in our room. I am pleasantly exhausted and ready for a shower and a good dinner. I hope all is well with you. Ciao, Jenson