By the end of our stay in Salt Lake, Jim and I were starting to figure the city out.
Still, there seemed to be some weird customs, like the “celebration” advertised on the sign below.
While we missed out on this unfortunately named handicrafts celebration, Jim and I did get to see something a bit more typical of Salt Lake City life, the Mormon Temple. We were wearing our backpacks when we visited, which was something like being undercover since so many pilgrims to the Temple seemed to be wearing backpacks as well.
On the last day of the reading, we finished at about 1:30, enabling us to see a movie (Iron Man 3) and return to the hotel to watch the NBA finals at the awesome Mountain Time start time, 6pm on Sunday. The game was subpar, the third in a string of blowouts; On the plus side, our spacious room was more than big enough for me, Jim, and Daniel Kuthy to watch the game.
However, there were some negatives to the room.
The next day, we said goodbye to Utah. Salt Lake City airport was very close to the hotel and also very easy to navigate, making our flight out of Utah worry free. The only trouble we ran into was in Atlanta, where we had to reschedule our connecting flight due to thunderstorms in the area.