Mormon, or not Mormon?

This week, I had the pleasure of hosting my friend Taf all the way from Paris, France. However, my mother thought it would be more fun to whisk him away on a Western U.S. road trip. I had to work, so I couldn't go. But today was my day off, which means only one thing; crash the road trip.

I met them this morning at the Salt Lake City International Airport after getting up at 4:30 this morning, dragging my butt to SeaTac and getting on a plane. I was hungry, so we went back to the hotel and I had some free continental breakfast. Yay Frootloops!

The main adventure of today was a morning spent on Antelope Island, located north of the city in the Great Salt Lake. It was a beautiful sunny day. Cold, windy, but sunny, and my red face can testify that I experienced some major UV. The views were spectacular, although the lake was alarmingly low. We drove around the island, through a herd of bison (twice), and then walked along the beach. The beach was the most peaceful and beautiful part of my day, and it was worth getting up way too early for. And yes, we did see some antelopes.

Our afternoon consisted of marching around downtown Salt Lake City, through the wind and the cold, and playing Taf's new favorite game; "Mormon, or not Mormon?" a terrible game where we guess who is Mormon and who is not based solely on appearance. However, we were in Temple Square, so I just guessed Mormon the entire time without looking at anyone. I'm pretty sure I won, considering there are no real indicators for identifying a Mormon in ten seconds, except perhaps that they came out of the Temple.

We took a drive up to the Utah State Capitol building, which was actually the most architecturally impressive and beautiful building in the entire city. While we were there, the Forgotten Few Motorcycle Club, as well as representatives from many other motorcycle clubs, rallied at the Capitol for reasons unknown to us. It was pretty cool, though.

After our trip up the hill overlooking the city, we journeyed back to the hotel, where we rested and I am here writing my blog. Tomorrow I fly back to Seattle, and Mom and Taf resume their road trip, going through Nevada, Idaho, Oregon, and eventually returning home.

I'll be working until then.

By the way, Salt Lake is way saltier than the ocean. Just saying.