On to Salt Lake

Day 13

Bryce is cold at night. We were in the bigger tent, which is not as warm. Also, it leaked and there was a small leak (hail damage?) which didn't help. The altitude here is also making tasks like setting up and breaking down camp more difficult. I'm having to take breaks to catch my breath. The charm of camping is wearing off. We got stuck at the general store most of the morning, showering and getting caught up on laundry. It was lunch time before we escaped the park.

We pressed on up 89 to Salt Lake. Not much to say about the drive. Today is our first mandatory arrival time since leaving Ft. Worth. We have a room at the Hotel Monaco booked as a break from camping. It's quite an change from the places we've been staying.

This is the city MarKay and I began our honeymoon in. We had eaten at a fun tex-mex place in town and attempted to find it again. Several people we asked assured us that it must be the Blue Iguana, which we eventually found. It wasn't. The place we ate must be gone now, replaced by something called the Sand Bar. Our meal was okay, but everyone was tense and tired, so we ended up just heading back to the hotel. More blogs posted before bed. I'm still way behind.