Before visiting Phoenix my British friend H came to visit for the weekend. She was vacationing in San Francisco with a friend but flew over to see us for the weekend. H and I work together but we also lived across the hall from one another at the B&B for a few months while she was waiting for the paperwork on her flat purchase to get sorted out.
We had a great time catching up and it was a proper spring weekend with the sun gleaming across the snow-capped mountains. She thought it looked pretty spectacular, and in fact we had a laugh most of the weekend about our colleague who thinks the mountains are depressing. On Saturday we did the grand tour, driving over to Park City and checking out Main Street and then driving to Salt Lake City, taking in the view of the city from the top of the main library, walking all over the place including up to the capitol building, through Temple Square and then drove out to the Great Salt Lake and watched some crazy person wade in the water. Throughout our little journey we counted up four brides on their own getting pictures taken, three wedding parties, and one engagement photo in the works. H’s comment, “They’re all so young”. Yes, that’s how they do it here in Utah! We even found a bride on the banks of the Great Salt Lake.
On our way home Saturday evening as I stopped to fill up the car, I asked H if we should pick up a film at the Redbox. This concept absolutely thrilled her. The Redbox seriously needs to find its way across the Atlantic.