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The day started with 30 miles of endless suburbs, one town merging seamlessly into the next. The primary vernacular style seems to be one-story brick houses dating from the post-war period, but there are starting to be more McMansions. No pictures - you know what suburbs look like. In some of the more outlying towns like South Jordan, there were mini-farms - a few horses or cows on a few acres - mixed in with the residential development. But it wasn't until we were well out of the city that we got to real open land. Granted, it was a military reservation, but it was the beginning of the countryside. Provo is the home of Brigham Young University. The route took us right through the campus, including a spot where the road was closed because they were putting up a new building. Anyway, no pictures - you know what a college campus looks like. There were terrible headwinds today, especially in the morning. The 28 miles to the first sag were a total slog - nature's stationary bike. But we weren't in the desert, we weren't on I-80, and we weren't on rumble strips. Not a bad day in all.
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Dinner, on the other hand, was a disaster. We ate at the Sizzler, a
chain we've been at twice before. Previously, we ordered off the
senior menu - small steak or chicken or shrimp. This time, the
contract stated that we just got the salad bar and a drink. It's not
bad, as salad bars go, but there was very little in the way of protein
or carbohydrates - chicken wings, cold pizza, and greasy tacos. Sad
to say, Arby's would have been a better choice.