Got up sort of early, don’t like arriving too late. We’re getting pretty good at packing things up, so we were on the road mid-morning. Of course, as soon as we got into Utah, it started to rain. Like this:

Gotta love it. And the forecast is for nothing but rain. Lovely.

We get in not long after noon, and are given a site probably fifty feet from the bathroom. Cool! It’s smaller than it’s supposed to be (when they hear “pop-up” they cannot fathom a 33-foot behemoth. At that point in the conversation we ask them to look outside … gasps, and ohs, and “we’d better get you a bigger site”). But this one is big enough, so we’ll make do. I like being close to the bathroom. When you get older, it makes a difference!

Alright. Rained out of cycling. Let’s go get more stuff for the trailer! We’re looking for supports for the slide-out (without them, every time you sit down the table shakes – not good), and my fingers do the walking through the local RV dealers, where I find just what we’re looking for. Off we go, to Motor Sports Land, where Ray has put a support kit on hold for me. Ray’s a kid, but very energetic and very knowledgeable, and VERY eager to help, so we hit him with many, many questions. It happens this place is a Starcraft dealership, so he’s going to try to get some information for us on how this Beast is supposed to be plumbed. Oh yeah – did I forget to mention that? The Beast came from the factory with a 35 gallon fresh-water tank and a 23 gallon grey-water tank. Well, evidently the previous owner was not as preoccupied with grey water as he was with fresh water, so he converted the grey-water tank into a fresh-water tank. This is not, in and of itself, a bad thing – matter of fact, it appeals to me, as it will allow remote-areas camping for longer periods of time. The problem is that in the process he ripped out all vestiges of prior plumbing for the grey-water. In other words, the shower just dumps straight down, and the kitchen sink flows down and then pipes over to the left side, and then dumps down just in front of the wheels. Not cool. I’m going to leave both tanks as fresh-water, but need to make a way to tie the sink and the shower together, so that I can collect all the grey water into one tank. Ok, enough about that.

Salt Lake City is interesting. Well, the cities in Idaho were interesting for the same reason. They like to name their streets with numbers. Like 100 street, or 3000 street. But it’s actually more interesting than that – we have things like East 10th North Street. That’s where we stayed in Mountain Home. Confuses the HELL out of the GPS! And Salt Lake City has East North Temple street, South West Temple street, and even West South Temple street. But there’s no East Temple street, neither North nor South, as that is Main street. Are you confused yet? Me too.

So that was our arrival at SLC.

There WAS one more interesting thing … Utah is full of Mormons, but also has at least one moron, and I have photographic proof:

Yup! Only a moron would take a perfectly good Porsche Turbo Carrera and put a wing on the whale-tail. Not only that, but if you look closely, it’s barely attached! I’m not sure that wing won’t collapse if you get that car upwards of 100 mph. Idiot. But that’s just my opinion. I hate to see a nice car messed with like that.