Salt Lake City

It’s a five hour drive from home to Salt Lake City, Utah and I did that run yesterday. With house and cat secured I purred the travel truck down to the Econo Lodge off North Temple, across the street from the famous Red Iguana mexican joint.

Steph’s flight from Nashville was running way late so I moseyed up over the railroad track bridge heading into downtown to check things out. Actually, I was looking for a cool little sports bar to watch Chrome run the Belmont, and post time was rapidly approaching. What was I thinking…

The trip to downtown and back shows the seedier side of town and their Transit Train:

Salt Lake City is an amazingly diverse place. First and foremost, most of the inhabitants have drunk the kool aid (don’t get me wrong, I love Mormons) so the downtown area I wandered into consisted of pretentious buildings and people walking around with vapid smiles on their faces. When I approached any of them asking where the nearest sports bar was, their smiles faded into disbelievement that I was even asking that question.

If I wasn’t in such a hurry to find a place to watch the race I would have gone deeper into the city, where I found out later there was a big Gay Pride parade going on. Seriously…

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On the way over the bridge I shot a video of trains converging:

btw: This is not some trick video loop, it’s raw video. I challenge you to count the cars without falling into an hypnotic sleep trance. I can’t :-)

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4 comments

  1. Looks like you had fun filming. Great job. Salt Lake City is a beautiful place. That stupid horse lost the race. The boys watched the race at Sandy’s house warming party. Great disappointment.

  2. The owner of Chrome is really pissed. Turns out the two ringers that placed above him were fresh. They didn’t run in the triple crown series.

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