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(Was mistakenly called Thursday)

After two expensive but excellent drinks and listening to Jazz (plus a snack), I returned to the hotel at about 10. I soon fell asleep and woke a few times, and seemed to be coughing often. I am enjoying Salt Lake City (SLC).

Before this, I was in the hotel room (Deborah left earlier for some conference meetings and dinner). I ate the other half of her lunch (it was huge) while I booked hotels, flights, and cars for my trips in April and in August. I booked the NYC trip for the 2600 Magazine’s Hope 26 Hacker Conference, including direct flights to JFK (comfort class, as that is a long flight). I used Delta to book the hotel, The New Yorker, to get the extra miles. According to the hotel staff I spoke with, there is no way to connect the reservations, and I may have to change rooms. I have the April trip almost done. I need a hotel in St. Louis, but I have a car there and flights. I got all this in TripIt, my favorite travel app, and this lets me visualize the trip. I checked that I had not missed any hotel nights (it is easy to miss a night between stays). All the reservations can be changed (increasing the airflights by $100) or canceled. I use Costco Travel for the cars, as it seems to offer an excellent deal with the usual rental companies.

Moving back in the day, before this, Deborah and I met in the room between her sessions and meetings. Later, I headed to the hotel pool on the sixth floor, and on the roof there. The sun glare was hot, and Deborah strongly suggested sunscreen today. I spent an hour walking back and forth in the slightly cool waters. There were no children, and most folks were in chairs getting some rays by the pool. I spoke to a few folks who were sliding in an hour of pool before the dinner and meetings.

While walking in the pool, I was working out a new Dungeons & Dragons adventure based on our experience in Arches and Moab, and trying to invent something that fits the stones and petroglyphs and was new. It was fun to do that again and just enjoy the pool. When I got out, I was cold as a light wind joined with the setting sun made me shiver. Surprisingly, in 80°F+ temperatures.

Before all of this, I was at the FamilySearch center (an online service), now a building across from Temple Square. Before I headed there, I prepared by logging in to my Ancestry.com account and collecting information about my 2nd great-grandfather, Wilhelm G. Wild (born 1850). I wrote it in Deborah’s little notebook she received from the conference, but was not using. I then walked the three blocks to the center. There, I was directed to the first basement floor. Next, I was sent to one of the hundreds of browser-based workstations with two screens, a keyboard, and a mouse. Some had microfilm readers. I was expecting a library with stacks and files of photos, but instead it looked like a very quiet Internet Cafe without the coffee or food. Debby, an older woman with a name tag and a shirt with the FamilySearch logo, helped me create a free account on FamilySearch (but I did not check the option to be visited by an LDS person or to provide my home address). I learned that these free records include European information (an extra fee on Ancestry.com, previously, but maybe that has changed). Wilhelm’s christening information was included in their records, something I have never seen before.

Debby tried to help. I was searching for a photograph, but she admitted she was new to this, and another person, Richard, an elderly man, came to help me next (he was level 2, if you like). He ran a few more online searches, though, and seemed impressed that I had covered everything they had (their records included the photo I took of Wilhelm’s grave, which I put in the public space). He then had me write the information on a piece of paper and then carried it up to another floor to see if they had any other photos of Wilhelm. None, but Richard and I were happy that I had found that my research was really complete and that I had everything they had, except for some stuff in Germany. Excellent.

It was an interesting couple of hours, and Debby and Richard were helpful, and I can trace a few more steps into Germany. I thought the search function at FamilySearch was not as good as Ancestry.com’s, and some of their scanned records had been compressed to the point of being unreadable. Their text scan produced endless matches with no means to control it. It was fascinating from a genealogical and computer-science perspective. A generative search, like ChatGPT, would provide answers, but without a trace path, it would be hard to know what is real and generative (or hallucination, as it is called now). A usual search would be slow and error-prone. You need tagging, which users provide by assembling family trees in the software and adding information, like photos, to memories attached to the trees and to the person records in their information. Thus, FamilySearch will get better (and that is why it is free now).

I spoke to Dondrea on the phone, who said I should see the Tabernacle (across the street from FamilySearch). I also spoke to Jeff, who is replacing the flooring at the house while I travel. The water damage he discovered did not spread into the boards that support the floor, and thus, the repairs and new flooring costs will be as expected. No structural repairs; excellent!

I found the entrance to the self-guided tour, sat in a pew, and looked. It is an amazing performance space. Some folks were taking photos, and they turned on all the dramatic lighting, and someone fiddled a few notes on the massive organ. It sounded lovely.

Moving the narrative earlier in the day, before stopping by the room and collecting information, I tried an Italian place (missing lunch with Deborah) for their $15 special, which turned into the $20 special. I had a stupidly huge plate of freshly made pasta in a meat sauce. It was good, but not great, and I could not eat that much; I decided not to take it back to the room. I noticed that the staff is two levels (here and other places), a front person with excellent English with a slight accent, and then silent staff who clear tables, cook, and do the work. Most do not know English, as I had trouble getting directions to the restrooms a few times. They looked a bit frightened to me when I noticed them. It is troubling to Deborah (who has witnessed the same thing) and me.

I will be driving into other parts of SLC tomorrow, and maybe this is just a characteristic of the high-end area. I did notice the same bifurcation in Park City, but did not focus on it. Hmmm.

Before this, we slept in, and I, being the plus one, tried to stay out of the way while Deborah got ready. I had written the blog the night before, and had no plans but to walk around SLC. I went to Toasters for breakfast, and they were good but slow (Deborah found them too slow for her tight schedule, and the food was huge—I ate the other half of her lunch for dinner). I then walked to Temple Square and found it partially under construction. I found a gate and walked in. It reminded me of some Presbyterian and Lutheran buildings, but was clearly connected to the LDS story.

I stopped by the official LDS bookstore, Deseret Books, just across from Temple Square. The staff pointed out that the art, books, and temple clothing were available. There was one painting of Jesus contemplating Jerusalem in the high-up at the Garden of Gethsemane, with a carefully crafted 2nd Temple and other sites below that impressed me (over $5K), but with the usual paint-by-numbers looking Jesus. There were many paintings in many styles (cubist but with a standard Jesus) and other versions of Jesus, but most were the usual reworked Italian Master’s look. Elsewhere in the store, they supplied clothing (including the required undergarments), and I found even belts and ties that appear to be approved for use. I am, being Methodist, used to seeing large sets of books on church founders in official stores (like Cokesbury), and Jonathan Smith was well represented; I mistook it at first for John Wesley’s writings (the books’ covers are the same colors). A unique bookstore.

My next stop, and the rest of the morning, was the newish Church History Museum. There are lots of proctors there to help you, tell you the story, and bring the historical objects to life. A short film about the moment when Jonathan Smith was called was quite persuasive and well-made. I like the quotes and might use one if I can find it again for my upcoming Sunday School class on Smith’s discomfort as a child with all the confusing versions of interpretations of the Bible.

(The original box with representative golden pages)

I saw the box that once held the golden tablets and the handwritten record of Smith’s translation of them. I like to see the sources. There was the Book of Mormon, as it was first spoken and recorded from the golden tablets.

I learned that the early LDS folks did not use cameras, and the only images of Smith and his brother are their death masks. They were killed by a mob. There were a few bits left of the hand-carved stone work from one of the first temples (destroyed in riots against the LDS). There are engravings and notes, but no photos.

The museum covers most of Smith’s history and then the founding of SLC by Brigham Young, and stops. Still interesting.

All interesting and the proctors were friendly, but they could only point out things there. I enjoyed seeing the artifacts of the early LSD church and the original founders.

Thanks for reading!

 

Today is going to be a less interesting blog as it is just travel, which was happily without events.

Deborah and I rose a bit slowly, showered, dressed, and then went to enjoy the busy, chaotic breakfast as families start their mornings in Moab. I also demonstrated how the coffee-making machine worked. Still, it was a good meal, and soon we packed up, checked out, and headed back to South Moab.

We drove south to what is called the Moab Man or the Golf petroglyphs. The art is again on a partially protected stone that seems to look down on a quiet space near a river. A golf course (thus the name) and connecting neighborhood have replaced the land, but there is still a feeling of holiness about the stones.

(That is Moab Man with the earrings, slightly damaged.)

With that done, we headed back North and out of Moab. We retraced our trip here and commented on things we remember now as we passed them. The Hyundai climbed to over 7400 feet on the trip back (SLC is about 4300). Near SLC, a truck swerved wildly, and then I did too as a large piece of tire was in the road. Yikes! It was about 4.5 hours to reach the Hyatt Regency SLC.

We saw some places in Price that we wanted to return to. We also would like to tour Nine Mile Canyon and Carbon Canyon someday. Some train sites and ghost towns are also a possibility.

We stopped for lunch in the first larger town, Spanish Fork, where there was a Starbucks and a Five Guys Burgers. I paid over $20 for a small cheeseburger, fries, and a regular Diet Coke. Hmmm. Should have gone to the cheaper (!?) Starbucks.

The valets held the Hyundai while Deborah checked in. She headed to the room while I experienced self-park. It is in an underground garage, and I found P2 and parked near the elevators like everyone else. I reached the hotel parking lot, but I did not have a pass for it. It was only for the valet. I had to carefully back out of the area.

The elevators, to my surprise, did not go to the hotel lobby but to the convention center. I found the hotel connection and found my way back. I then discovered another set of elevators in the hotel that did not go to guest rooms. Finally, I found the hotel elevators for the guest rooms. They only work with a room key (I had one): I waved it over the pad, then pressed the button, and soon I was on the tenth floor.

Deborah was there with our stuff, and we spent some time together, including unpacking and discovering the room. It has a nice view of SLC and the banking buildings. We are just a few blocks from the temple buildings, libraries, and museums.

Later, Deborah (she checked in right after we got here) went to the start of the conference meeting with a work colleague. I called the New Yorker Hotel in NYC to see if they could extend my reservation for a few more days. Nope, and they could not guarantee that I would not need to change rooms if I book a few more days on another reservation. Ugh! I decided to deal with it later.

I then headed out to see the City Creek mall and see if dinner was there for me. It was another high-end place with all the usual names. I was not surprised to find the Cheesecake Factory there. Nothing appealed to me.

I walked out and found a few high-end steak joints and pasta places. I then spotted the Ahh Shucks/Sushi Peanut Bar in the basement. I tried that. The bartender ignored me after a young clerk checked me in and scanned my driver’s license. Finally, I got a huge beer (in a giant margarita glass) for $5. free peanuts, and I was told, “You may not drop the shells on the floor; that used to be our things, but not anymore.” The sushi bar was the other half of the space, and the menu was a few burger choices, the usual fried stuff, or sushi. I ordered a Philadelphia roll (though I like it Portland style with smoked salmon in place of the tuna). It was good. My bill, after tip, was around $20. Not bad.

I found an Italian place that has a $15 lunch special to try tomorrow.

I returned to the room after that, stopping by Repeal, a Jazz Bar also underground, but decided that one cheap drink was enough, especially since it was massive (I did not finish it). I found the room without difficulty this time and started booking flights for my April trip to Michigan on my laptop. I also contacted Corwin to pick up some items delivered to the house. We talked about his dog challenges for a while. Hank can be a challenge.

I finished with most of my trip in place. Deborah had dinner and drinks at the conference.

And with that, we brought Tuesday to a close, and I wrote the blog while Deborah slept.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

We started Monday like Sunday, early, grabbed breakfast at the hotel, and then headed out to our most distant items, and then drove back. We slept a little better on Sunday night as we are both aligning to the time zone, and Sunday was a lot of hiking (for us); we were worn out.

With breakfast, complimentary from IHG, and though industrial, and now inside us, we drove south through Moab Downtown until Main Street returned to SR 191. Again, the geology kept us surprised and amazed. The layers of stone changed as we headed closer to Canyonlands and the southern border of Utah. There were no other towns (and one rest area). We drove by the tourist trap, Hole In The Rock, that my neighbor recommended (he was here a month ago), and we would take the tour on the way back.

We also stopped (both ways) at Wilson Arch, just off the highway. There is a little trail, but we decided not to risk it as it involved some rock climbing. We are not ready for that.

We drove to Newspaper Rock and found ourselves on cattle land, with warnings that the cows were open-range. No fences.

We finally reached Newspaper Rock after one more set of switchbacks with limited signs and no railing. The petroglyphs were what we came to see, but a river with cottonwoods added to the feeling that the place was holy. The silence, only now broken by visitors and traffic, was deep. We would see the same pattern for all the petroglyphs we would visit today.

You can see buffalo and riders shooting arrows at elk. There were a few odd figures that I believe I have seen described as “ancient astronauts” in various esoteric books (e.g., Chariots of the Gods and similar books). We spent some time just enjoying the area. It brought you peace and a connection to the people who made these drawings. The native people acquired horses from the Spanish in the 1500s, and thus, we know some of the drawings are from after that, as they show horses being ridden (just above our heads in the previous picture).

 

(You can see the different colors as we reconnect with SR 191.)

We enjoyed the trip back, relooking at all the geology, cows, and land; the sharp curve now put the cliffs attached to the other lane. It felt easier and safer. We had to avoid a tumbleweed in the road on the way back.

(That is the same rock structure in the previous picture — it is huge.)

We stopped at The Hole in the Rock to use the restrooms and to take the tour. The owner had blasted the rock with dynamite and then used a mule (stuffed by the owner and still there after passing away) to haul out the rubble. It was a lovely house and originally a food joint. There was a bell, and when it was sounded, everyone collected their plates and went outside. There was then a blast, and when the dust cleared, dinner was continued inside. Wow!

We enjoyed the tour of the 1950s-70s home built into the rock (left much like it was in the 70s), and I got some postcards and a Moab T-shirt (I liked their design). Next, we headed to the Moab Dinner in downtown Moab. We both had breakfast again for lunch. It was excellent, but tourist prices. Again, this is why I try to get breakfast included in the hotel room rate when I travel, even in Europe, Turkey, and Iceland. It is just sensible to save time and money.

We were then ready to try to head to the Birthing Scene Petroglyph along a gravel road by the Colorado River tributary. The roads got worse and worse, and the traffic was off-roading four-wheelers, motorbikes, and jeeps. The finished road was two to 1.5 lanes wide (plus potholes to avoid). Meaning you had to give way to oncoming traffic on wider sections.

That was as good as it got. Soon, we were in our mid-sized Hyundai Tuscan AWD SUV on loose gravel and a lane-and-a-fraction-wide road cut into a cliff. Sometimes just a lane. A mistake and the SUV would either roll and be crushed by the rocks (stopping the fall), or we would be smashed and then splashed into the river. Ugh! 15 mph (at best) for 5 miles with lots of jeeps and off-road vehicles having to share the road. Nothing I had read in the reviews mentioned that the road was narrow. Hmmm. Deborah was on the cliffside and did not enjoy the view. I blew the horn on blind curve spots (with a lane and a fraction and us on the cliff side), hoping not to do a head-on with a jeep or off-road vehicle.

 

We survived and found the location. We parked in a three-car-sided pullout (with a blessed extra space for two lanes too) and walked to the holy spot. It was another 35-degree walk, but nothing worse than the day before. The stone was covered with ancient drawings, and (when there were no cars) it was silent and still. The area felt connected to the land, sky, and something else again. There was no water, but the channel below (a sheer drop into lots of sharp rocks) would be full of water in the rain or during the melt. We spent some time taking it in (and for both of us to recover from a scary drive).

With the drive mostly downhill and traveling against the rock and not the cliff, it was not as scary (and we had done it once). We returned to Moab and looked for another site, but it was a hike over hot tar. Finally, we decided to try Poison Spider Trailhead for dinosaur tracks and a surprising amount of petroglyphs.

Headed another way on another road on the Colorado River (in good repair, two lanes, and paved), we saw a sign for petroglyphs and stopped. While on a busy road, it was once quiet, next to a river, and on tall rocks with some protection. Another holy feeling (despite the traffic) and the largest collection we have seen so far. The road builders you can see removed the rubble and sand in front of the cliff face. This makes the glyphs ten and twenty feet above the ground level now. But it is clear they were easy to reach before the road.

Some were hard to see because the contrast was lost on the stone due to some weathering. Still, it was hundreds of symbols, and the more you looked, the more you identified.

Our last set at the Poisoned Spider Trail Head was a disappointment because we had to use Zoom to see them. The path that led to them was about half a mile of climbing on rocks. We were not ready to do that. There, we saw from a distance dinosaur tracks and more petroglyphs. The tracks were from a bit of sandstone that fell, broke, and split, and exposed their secrets. Even from a distance, it was exciting to see. Real tracks! More petroglyphs! Info here for details on types of dinosaurs and so on.

With that done, I was tired, and we returned to the hotel, and I napped. Later, we would head to the Broken Oar for dinner. This is a rustic pine log building decorated with mostly broken oars from various white water adventures. Deborah had some salmon, and I had a pork chop, outlaw style, with some spice. This was our most expensive dinner in Moab, but it was excellent. Though I would not order dessert again, it was “outsourced,” said our waiter.

Somewhere on this day, I refueled the Hyandia (before the death-defying drive) at the Moab Exxon for $4.39; yikes! Mostly it is about $3.90 to 4.00 here. We return to Salt Lake City on Tuesday. I washed all the bug splashes on the windshield. We are happy with the SUV, though it can be sluggish (but I may be spoiled by my EV).

With dinner inside us, and short on steps, but happy with an excellent day, we returned to the hotel for one last night in Moab, though we believe we will return someday (we loved it). I wrote the blog now to allow us to return to SLC early.

Thanks for reading.

We rose early, dressed, and got to breakfast early. There were lots of people with the same plan and lines for food and coffee, but everyone was cheerful and friendly. With breakfast inside of us, we got in the rental mid-sized SUV and headed to Arches National Park again.

This time, a ranger checked me in after a short wait; the line was only three cars deep. I got to use my new annual pass and show it with my ID. We then stopped only a few times for photos we wanted to get in before we headed to the back of the park. We had decided on the shorter option (not 2-3 hours of uphill hiking to reach the Delicate Arch) and reached the end of the usual roads in the park. The trail we took was crushed rock, often at a 35-degree angle, for 5-minute intervals. It was tough going, but it was not yet hot, and we enjoyed the hour there and back. When we reached the lookout, the Delicate Arch was still a mile away. The view was good.

We were happy to be done and then headed to our next arches in The Devil’s Garden on the other side and furtherest into the park (for the regular roads). There, we had trouble parking and finally spotted a car pulling out. We walked into the jaws of red sandstone and were amazed at the beauty and how much space was hidden inside. And while the tunnel arches were only a tenth of a mile in, the ups and downs and uneven walking made it seem much longer. The arches did not disappoint.

 

The sand is from the stone and is very fine and pink to yellow in color. We enjoyed Pine Tree Arch, though it was another ten of a while that seemed longer with many ups and downs. We got to sand in the arch and there was a lovely few from the arch.

But it was already approaching noon. We stopped a few times for more pictures, and then stopped at the Visitor Center. I found some postcards (mailed already), a few books on the makeup of Arches, and a few knick-knacks. I found a map of arches socks and sent them to Deborah’s son. I had promised him some socks from Oregon, and they got lost somewhere. These seemed like a good replacement.

Next, we headed to Moab Downtown and had lunch at Dewey’s, our second visit there. After lunch and getting some coffee and tea, we visited a local bookstore (we found a few things) and then rested for the hot part of the day (remember, the rocks are red and heat up, too). I spent some time in the pool with a cement model of an arch as a waterfall, and also with fire. I met a couple from NYC there who are planning some big hikes this week and then dune-buggying around the edge of Canyonlands National Park.

We started after 4 back to the park, after spending some time resting at the hotel. We drove far into the park again and just took the two-to three-mile trail to Delicate Arch; we did not do the whole trail. It had a short branch that led to a petroglyph, and we wanted to see it. We did the short walk to the stones with the writing. We were starting to feel the 5 miles of walking (mostly up and down). It was only a holy place, we felt, and it was marvelous to see them. We also saw that the trek was not crushed stone but paved. Hmmm.
We then drove toward The Devil’s Garden again, but stopped at the sand dune arch, which was an amazing experience. The arch is inside a sheer slice of red sandstone, filled with fine dust. At one point, you have to squeeze and walk up some narrow stone openings. All the time your feet are in deep sandy dust that would make any beach-going proud. It is cool in the stone, and there is a breeze. Our second favorite arch is the easiest.

Broken arch is nearby, and I walked out far enough on what seems to be a trail to get a picture by zooming. Cactus was all over with three-inch needles to ruin your day. Do not fall while walking this trail! I turned back and was happy with the picture.

We then drove out to the lookout and watched the sunset. It was a good day. We were tired. Deborah commented as we left that it was an easy and amazing park. Excellent!

Deborah did not like it when I turned around and came to the edge of the cliff on her side, and then pulled out. There are a lot of road edges, and we did see the rangers looking down at a recently wrecked car. Looked like nobody was hurt.

It was late when we got back to Moab and Dewey’s was simple. We had a nice dinner and then drove back to our IHG hotel. I wrote this blog while Deborah read.

Good noght and thanks for reading!

 

 

While we started early, about 7ish (Deborah had already been awake for some time due to the time change), we took our time, enjoyed breakfast at the hotel (though it was industrial), spent some time together, and then checked out just before the required time. The desk was unstaffed for some reason (there was a sign saying they would be back in 5 minutes), so I used the app to check out. Deborah and others needed assistance and either waited or, in Deborah’s case, received help from the cleaning staff. The Park City IHG had small rooms and a lackadaisical desk staff. Hmmm.

On the road after getting items missed in packing or otherwise required at Walmart’s (we did not find a better choice nearby in Park City), we headed back through Salt Lake City and points Southeast, Moab, Utah. It is about a four-hour drive, but we made some stops and took some photos.

The Carbon Canyon area was fascinating and looked different than other areas. Below the surface was coal. The remains of the rich forests from the time around the dinosaurs. Once out of the SLC area, we stopped coughing as much. The air is thick with pollen or something, and my throat was sore in the morning.

The mountains changed from the Rockies that start in SLC to more worn and colorful structures. We were soon driving a few levels above the salt and sand of an ancient sea that was here when North America was part of the supercontinent, Pangea. We decided to mostly stop taking pictures and just enjoy the sights. It was a fantastic voyage to drive across Utah. We stopped in Price to get Wendy’s, only to discover the place was being rebuilt from the ground up. Deborah really wanted a potato. Arby’s was next on the sign. I bet Deborah a dollar (and lost) that it was closed too. It was open and clean. We had some sandwiches and then got back on the road.

I was about 1/2 down on gas; the Hyundai had excellent gas mileage, though it was sluggish when accelerating. I have been driving an EV, which has instant acceleration, so I might be a poor judge.

In Carbon Canyon, there is a rail line, and we stopped at a rest stop shaped like a depot, with a rebuilt platform that suggested a roundhouse and a full-sided model of a train that used to run the tracks in the area. I was commenting to Deborah that the area reminded me of a set from a steam train-and-robbery movie.

In the canyon, there was a pull-out with some signs. We stopped. One was a note that Butch Casdy had stolen the payroll from the nearby coal company office. Sadly, there were also two monuments to coal mine explosions, one in 2000. Lastly, there was a gate with an image of a coal-fired electrical plant, now gone, that was recently demolished. It told its story of years of supplying power for Utah.

We were definitely in coal country. I thought the area used strip mining, but the mines were deep, 1000 feet. Later, I learned that most mines in Utah are closed (likely too deep now to be safe or economical). Only five remain in 2024 (none open in the Carbon Canyon area), and one new one is opening.

The mountains and lands changed shape and color as we entered southern Utah, and the red stone started to show. Soon, the drive was just stunning. Every turn, another picture card view. Wow!

We stopped again at another rest area you drove up to, with a view of the area and picnic tables on the edge, so you could look out while eating. Here we would leave the large highways and head to Moab. The stone changed to red, and the shapes were incredible. We thought the first half of the drive was amazing; this was amazing again.

 

We reach our hotel passing by Arches and Canyonlands National Parks. It was after five, and we talked to the desk staff, and they gave us parking and food ideas for downtown Moab (a few miles away). We found Dewy’s, and it was perfect (if a bit loud with hard floors and ceiling to reflect the sound back). We both had steaks, and they were excellent.

Next, we got back in the car and tried out Arches National Park. It was after 6, and the sun was setting, but we might make the panoramic view in time. We missed the sunset as we were stopping and looking at all the incredible shapes. We did see a few arches. It was great, and we will be back on Sunday morning to catch it in the morning light. The drive was on cliff-side two-lane roads, and we wanted to be back before dark. It is very dark here, and this is an official night sky area (though tonight it is cloudy).

We got back to the hotel, and I wrote the blog, trying not to keep waking Deborah. I was only partially successful.

We are sure we will be back again, as we have discovered things we want to do all along the way. Nearby, there are dinosaur tracks to see. Petroglyphs are nearby, too. Carbon Canyon has things to see, not just drive through.

It is a good trip when you are just into a few days and you are already planning the return!

Thanks for reading.