“Date Night” is NOT a good movie. Kent would like to “punch this movie in the face.” Also, Thai-Japanese-Chinese-Korean fusion from Rice in downtown Salt Lake City is basically very expensive garbage. We just checked in to the classy Metropolitan Inn in Salt Lake City. For some reason, we had to beg the front desk for locks on our first story windows. They acted like we were being divas but eventually secured the windows with tiny screw things. Totally normal.

The good news is that we are now safe and sound in our little bunker here in the south side of Salt Lake. Today started off with good food. No, I take that back – GREAT food. I would say that it was the best diner food I have ever had in my life. I had a real sausage, cheese and egg biscuit sandwich and Luxury Potatoes, which were basically O’Brien potatoes but about 300% more luxurious. Really. Now let me go back to that biscuit sandwich. The biscuit was awesome. It was huge and fluffy and had no remnants metal or the metallic flavor you get from using canned biscuits.  The sausage is made by the owner’s grandfather (by hand) daily and he only uses the Laramie County Fair’s 1st Prize Pig and 100-year old recipe.*  Kent had amazing corned beef hash and some other food that I really didn’t pay attention to since I was fully enamored with my biscuit sandwich. The best food of our lives was thanks to Luxury Diner, connected to the Wyoming Hotel in Cheyenne. It was perfectly located between our hotel and the entrance ramp to 80 West.

The car has been giving us a little sputter-business when trying to start, so we decided to call up the local mechanic to see what the heck was up. We had the nice teen boy check our battery and after being told we were over 50% good in that department, we got on the road and started on our way through vast, beautiful big-sky Wyoming.

Our first stop was the nation’s smallest town, Buford, WY. It has a population of uno and consists of a little house and a big authentic Buford town sign. The best part was a guy named Buford pulled up and wanted us to take a picture of him in front of the Buford sign. Only in BUFORD!

Our second little stop was the nation’s favorite roadside attraction: The Wyoming Frontier Prison. They keep portions of the rope that they hanged people with underneath glass cases next to photos of the unfortunate inmate. It was creepy. There were dusty photos and confiscated shanks and barbed wire and a little gift shop.  There was also a frame made entirely out of Camel cigarette packages, using no binding material. We took some dumb pictures and got the hell out of that prison!

We stopped for Subway in Green River, got misinformation about how long the drive would be from there to Salt Lake City (3.5 hours) and got to Salt Lake City in about 2 hours. We don’t think that the Subway girl has ever left Green River.

*This sentence regarding the origins of Luxury Diner’s sausage has not been confirmed.

Kent has been working on the photo gallery while I write this. His contribution:

“And now here’s a thousand pictures of clouds.”