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| We are heading into Dinosaur, CO |
An hour into today's journey we revisited Dinosaur , CO. This time George didn't want to pose with any of the ferocious beasts. We did stop by The Pickle Stop again so I could buy some postcards. The owner is a nice man who has been living in Dinosaur for 35 years. He said he and his partner love it. If the population of the town is more then 25 I would be shocked. (It is actually around 325) There are two gas stations, a post office, a museum, and the Pickle Stop. The Pickle Stop is a dark, dusty gift shop with a motley assortment of goods. I hope he does well. He told me they drive 35 miles to grocery shop, eat out, and for entertainment.
We were on the road for around seven hours today. Much of the landscape was desert like which is typical of Western Colorado. Occasionally we ride by a small town, most buildings damaged by weather and neglect, and there are few signs of life. Yet somehow there is a thready pulse and the community struggles on. After we entered Utah we began seeing many signs advertising 5 & 10 acre lots. These signs were miles and miles from any services, water, etc. I am writing this in sheer amazement and sadness as the developments will go up and the wild open space will be filled with homes, schools, gas stations, and malls.
Of course while you are in the middle of rock formations and the desert and hungry and it's Sunday in Utah there are slim pickings. We stopped at a cafe in Duchene hoping for the best. I mean, how bad could it be? American cheese. I am sorry Marsha. American cheese is just not a food product.
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| Park City, Utah Harley Davidson |
Our last stop was in Park City, Utah. We stopped there because it was the only place Harley Davidson was open on Sunday. Neither of us knew that Park City had been a site of the 2002 Olympics. We also did not know that every Sunday Main Street became a virtual madhouse of people walking to shop, eat, listen to music, go to Farmer's Markets, to drink, and to stop by Harley. George was not a happy shopper. It was a bit of a culture shock after our soul cleansing ride through Colorado and Utah where we often did not see another car.
We finally found our hotel in Salt Lake City and decided that we would dine in and rest after our long day. We are going to eat waffles at Bruges, a place Ben and Liz recommended, in the morning. I can't wait!
Tomorrow- Boise, Idaho.
Jenson
www.lambsgrill.com Not sure I should even give you the hot tip on this cute retro place for lunch in Salt lake City after the bashing I just took. But I hafta say their Grilled Cheese has Cheddar, Swiss and Muenster, so maybe you will stop being a grudge holder about that ONE TIME I mentioned the American Cheese on that ONE sandwich, and the one you made really was (admittedly) superior with that Cheddar.... Oh, all right. But, Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do: I tried to Google your Pickle Stop and there's not one hit, so I think you are making it up.
ReplyDeleteMarsha,
ReplyDeleteI take my cheese very seriously. During the event I now refer to as "The American Cheese Situation" I was literally shocked out of my gord. There are only three real cheeses; mozarella, jack, and cheddar. Anything else is stinky shoe fungus, or not a real food product.
About the Pickle Stop. I can't stop laughing. The whole town does not have WiFi. The store barely has a cash register. There is no picklestop.com. If he makes $10 a day I would be amazed. You can read about how the town changed its name though.