I love to travel. I don't care where I go, I just love to go. Whether it's somewhere in the state or far, far away (like Paris), I love to go. I love to fly, I love to drive. I would go by car, by boat, by bike (maybe not), by plane. I just want to go somewhere. Even if it's staying in a hotel five miles from home, it means I've gone somewhere.
Since being with Ted, I've got to go places with him. Maybe not as much as he's done before, but we've got to do a few things. We got to go to Cactus Pete's, a casino in Jackpot, Nevada - a little, bitty, not really a town town south of Twin Falls, Idaho several times. Wendover, Nevada. My VERY favorite work trip was New York City. Oh my gosh, how I would love to go there again!! It was the most marvelous thing to do.
The reason I really brought this up, one of Ted's customers is in Springdale. It's a small town outside of Zion National Park. We ended up there last night. It was dark by the time we got there, we went and found this little diner, called Blondie's Diner and had some dinner. Cute little house converted into a small diner. They had little decorative plaques around the whole place. My favorite one was "Trying to clean your house when you have kids is like trying to shovel snow during a blizzard". There were lots of them. Then we went and hung out at the hot tub for a little while - it was about 38 degrees outside. There were some college boys sitting in the hot tub talking, then Ted and I. Anyway, if you're anywhere near Salt Lake, you know that the air here has been on the top five list of the worst air for about the last week. The air outside is absolutely gray. You can taste the air, and it doesn't taste good at all. When I woke up this morning, I opened the curtain and looked outside. There outside the window was this beautiful red mountain with jagged rocks and trees. Above that gorgeous mountain was the most beautiful blue sky I think I had ever seen. The air was absolutely clear. I was in complete awe of how beautiful it was. It was very sad to come back to the gray, dingy, gungy air back home.
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