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Today would have been my sister Sandy's birthday, had she not died too young from diabetic complications. Hope you're doing well, Sis. We miss you. It must be all the "pool talk' and the plethora of families around this place that's making me nostalgic. I'm even contemplating another attempt at contacting my estranged cousin, Robin. We'll see; it could also be that I'm overheated from my second forty-five minute soak of the day. We left this morning on the tandem, even though the warm weather hadn't materialized. We rode twelve and a half miles into Brigham City to Bert's Family Cafe, since 1929. It was a classic well run "spoon", complete with a efficient and cute waitress, a wrap around counter, and another room which was most likely purchased during the boom years. We shared bone in ham and eggs with hash browns. The ham slice was so big, we brought some home so we can enjoy diced ham and eggs tomorrow. Our round trip was right around twenty-five miles, which gave us two day total of forty-five. We both felt no less for the wear and tear. Our morning soak was the most pleasant since most families aren't ready to mobilize by ten A.M. This meant we had the place to ourselves. I like this place quite a bit. It's clean, well run, and everyone who comes here seems to be on good behavior. Even the little kids contain their excitement and merely tip skitter across the concrete rather than outright running. The most fascinating thing is that we've been invaded. There were three trailers and no tents when we got here Tuesday. Right now, the 181 sites in the park are mostly occupied, except for the ten by the road, which they're using for overflow parking for the Hot Springs. You see, it's spring break in this part of Utah, so families are making at least an overnight of it, and many are staying the weekend. It meant that our afternoon soak included several hundred of our newest friends and even a couple of dogs on leashes. It's all good, especially since we've come to enjoy this state of Utah. Tonight will be our last in this state; by one P.M. we'll cross into the great state of Idaho, place of my birth, and just one state removed from our home. We're not rushing it. In fact, we're as excited as that lover boy in Chuck Berry's song, Nadine, to be headed "uptown" to see the Hooley's. And we'll be campaign shouting like Southern diplomats when a couple days later we get to meet young Celia in Boise. God willing, we'll make it home the Monday after Easter. We'll celebrate the Risen Christ in Walla Walla, and if you ask me He's rising none too soon. In the meantime, we're happy to report that life is good, especially today.
I've always wanted to take a road trip with my best gal in my 1953 Cadillac. I'd make it point to search out the old time cafes and diners. Hot grease and hot coffee. I can smell it already.
it's probably unnecessary to lock Papa up in a Mormon town, but I did it anyway.
Biting humor; my favorite kind.
A whole plate wide and an 1/8 inch thick.
Good night and good bye, Crystal Hot Springs.
Can you find Frac?
If you look, you can see Apollo and his steeds racing to their stable.
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