(Not Twin Falls, but Shoshone Falls in Twin Falls, image from here.)
Boy, after driving through the middle of Utah, the rest of the trip suffered from the comparison. & driving up I-15 to I-84, through Utah into Idaho, one is exposed to many different kinds of natural beauty. But gosh the area around Arches National Park is gorgeous!
Here's something you might not know: the speed limit in Utah & Idaho on major highways is eighty frickin' miles an hour. That's really, really fast. I joked with the wife that the reason is, the people who make the rules know drivers want to get out of these states as soon as possible. But it's amazing, there's virtually no one on these roads.
We started out early, we were in a caravan of folks leaving Moab until we turned onto I-70 & everyone else went... somewhere else? At some point the only car I could see (going either direction) was the big red Chrysler Pacifica behind me, driven maybe by cats as the wife napped?
Speaking of, the cats were very comfortable this morning & last night we blocked hiding places so they were easily nabbed & put into their carriers. Bolan again was the most agitated - I heard him every time I talked to the wife. The dogs were fine, although I think they are getting quite tired of the long drives. I looked at Pauline today & I felt like I could see in her eyes that she was thinking, "This is my life now." Except! Wherever we stopped - outside a convenience store, at an Idaho rest stop, here in Twin Falls - she was excited & she wanted to smell everything & she pulled to go, go, go. She's now asleep on my side of the hotel bed, she's so worn out. I'd sleep in the chair tonight but two cats are doing that.
My favorite part of the drive was the winding road (I think it was 191) from Green River up towards Salt Lake City. We were driving through mountains, there was a small but agitated river alongside the highway, & a pair of train tracks as well, including cool-ass tunnels for the tracks blasted through the rocks. I felt like I was going too fast - the wife later scolded me - but I'll bet there were people behind us on the road grumbling about elderly Texas drivers.
Salt Lake City is a big place & the traffic was as bad as in Dallas. We stopped at a nice vegan restaurant in the gay section of town (the cross street was Harvey Milk Blvd) & discovered a vegan donut shop next door. We ate in a little park nearby & nearly froze to death. It's quite cold up here - I forget that you can still be chilled in parts of this country in the month of May.
In fact, we saw snow not just on the mountains but on the ground in parts of northern Utah!
We didn't see any Mormon places in SLC, the wife asked me where the Tabernacle was, but I had no idea, we just drove straight through. Five hundred miles & all that. I almost didn't make it - the wife saw me swerving a bit on the last leg of the trip, assumed correctly I was on my last leg, & called me & made me talk. I don't think I fell asleep, but I was feeling like I should close my eyes a bit.
Two things I should mention: the wife wondered about the constant use of the beehive on the state's signs, which I looked up & told her about. The other is the weird street names - I had heard about the beehive before, Utah is called the Beehive State for pete's sake - every street in SLC is numbered in the hundreds. As I have just discovered, it is in fact a Mormon thing.
In any event, we made it to Twin Falls all right, & Magda said, "This is the ugliest place we've been to on the trip." She wasn't talking about the falls or Snake River - we'd take the dogs down to the river once we sneaked the cats in & unpacked, & once we were down there, we found it breathtaking - she meant that the place was all box stores & fast food joints & big trucks. It reminded her of D/FW I'm sure.
The dogs were very excited & we had a great walk. I don't understand why I am not tired right now. We ate more food we brought ("vegan options" is not a phrase commonly found in Idaho, I'd wager) & the wife fell asleep surrounded by hounds & cats & is now snoring like a drunken lumberjack. Not really, but if you let her know I said that, you can get me into some trouble, which may lead to hilarious shenanigans.
Tomorrow is our longest drive, & we'll get to Portland late. We traveled there in March, you may or may not know, & we found a place, so we have a home to go to. It's too freakin' big, but we needed a place that would accept our animals & fortunately we found one. The weather there is supposed to be very Texas-y - a high of 89 tomorrow & Saturday! - but we'll be there for the weekend & it'll give us time to explore. Anyway, we found out our furniture & stuff won't arrive till Tuesday.
Speaking of: I hope I haven't bored you too much with this shabby travelogue, but you've been spared another one. We won't have cable & internet when we arrive, therefore I don't know when I'll be able to write a long, tedious description of what I've been doing. I'll post something on Facebook but I'm not trying to compose something like this on my phone. Although I suppose I'll written some novella-length texts in my time. Which means: we'll see.
Tomorrow, Portland!
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