We have a relaxing morning at Eric’s, drinking coffee, enjoying a strawberry pancake breakfast, admiring his handmade pottery collection.
Eric gave us a bag of dried tomatoes and apples to take on the road to help us through the food deserts. Thanks again, Eric! It’s nice to stay in a home. This place has a familiar feel already. It’s easy to fall out of the routine of constant motion. The longer we stay in any particular place, the harder it is to leave.
Not feeling particularly interested in doing more touristy things, we make our way to a coffee shop. We enjoy some tasty coffee at Jack Mormon Coffee, however we are surprised to find they do not have wi-fi (or a public bathroom!) so we meander our way to the next coffee shop, Cafe on 1st. We’re internet junkies. It’s the one thing we have a difficult time living without. We can adjust to sleeping on the ground, conducting morning constitutions outside and bathing with baby wipes, but being totally disconnected for long periods is embarrassingly difficult. What if we miss something really important?
A few hours later, having still not found the end of the internet and feeling way too caffeinated we head to Anne’s house, where we’ll be saying tonight. Anne and I are acquaintances through my graduate program and re-connected through an alumni newsletter, having learned we share a common interest in cycling. Finding much more in common, we stay up long into the evening talking with Anne and her husband Julian, exchanging stories of our travels and their recent adventure in moving their family from the DC area to Salt Lake City.