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They have mountains in Utah, it turns out; the view from the SLC area is gorgeous in that Rocky Mountains way that’s easy to forget about when I’m in New England or LA or even at home in Portland where we see only fringes like Hood.
It’s also cold, which was a shocking and sort of refreshing change of pace after a lot of warmer-than-Portland destinations in the last couple weeks; I actually had to put on my thermal for the first time.
After a late flight into SLC and a night’s rest, I spent the day wandering through downtown Salt Lake City, taking in the sights such as they were. Lots of construction in the core, some of which I have to wonder might be in trouble what with the downturn; the temple is pretty and staid (and I got through the grounds, hippie hair and Flaming Christopher Walken t-shirt and ipod-and-headphones headgear and all, unmolested by the local religiosa); Gilgal sculpture garden pretty and strange and empty.