Salt Lake City

The current gig requires us to fly in and out of Salt Lake City, Utah. Generally, though, we don't spend a lot of time in the town with the airport. We fly in, we rent the car, we drive out. Only this time, we had a 5.5 hour wait for Country Boy. 5.5 hours is a long ass time to hang in an airport. But it is also not a long time in terms of doing something. Thus, the great American solution: find a mall.

It was a lovely outdoor mall:

Complete with water show:

And sock monkey in balloons:

They were even prepping for a big Halloween event to launch the holiday season:

Why, it was enough to make you wish you never had to leave! Wait...

Salt Lake City, where you can live. At the mall.

At which point, I had a conversation with Starbuck about purgatory (it's not just for Catholics any more!) and how Black Friday would be so much more interesting on ice skates with a hockey stick. There's a drinking game in there somewhere, too, given that the apartments have balconies; I just haven't quite found it yet.

Finally, though, we did have to leave our sunny, warm, sock monkey-ed oasis. Sadly. Back to the airport, to wait for Country Boy. Gotta give SLC credit ~ their cell phone lots are high tech and cool.

All in all, Salt Lake's not a bad way to pass a 5.5 hour wait.