After a delightful evening with Anne & Julian, we slept wonderfully in a bed. We’ve been spoiled so far by not sleeping on the ground for three nights.
In the morning, Anne was off to work and we had a casual breakfast with the men of the house, Julian, Izzy, and Niki. After drinking mostly instant coffee (beds and coffee suffer on a bicycle tour), the fresh batch prepared by Julian literally made stop mid sip and exclaim “Delicious!”
The combination of my new favorite coffee preparation machine, a Moka Pot, and freshly roasted coffee beans from Jack Mormon, the most unusual coffee shop ever (no wi-fi, no bathrooms, but feel free to lounge around), created a well-crafted cup of java .
Leaving Salt Lake City for Ogden we enjoyed a fourteen mile bike trail to the north. While stopped for a snack, a lady asked us where we were headed and suggested some routes to Missoula that we may enjoy.
This was unusual in that she did not ask where we came from and was not nonplussed by the fact that we were on touring bikes. Salt Lake would not be out of the question as a place to live in the future.
In South Ogden we met Chris and David. Not touring bicyclists themselves, but warm shower hosts after learning of the organization from a friend. They opened their beautiful house to us and prepared a wonderful dinner with their next door neighbor joining us. We enjoyed the meal al fresco, in the painstakingly crafted garden (another one of Chris’ talents).
Three stories from the evening stand out, Physical Education credit by mail correspondence, a Father-Daughter wedding dance for the ages, and a most unusual Super Bowl party. Unfortunately, unlike Ray’s trucker stories, these will have to be retold in person for the fee of a beer per story (3.2% beer is not accepted as legal tender).
Chris’ woodworking skills were apparent throughout the house. One highlight was the Missionary Style furniture in the downstairs bar area that he created that complemented David’s Frank Lloyd Wright inspired stained glass doors.
One of the great things about being hosted is that we meet so many interesting people and they expand our view of the world. For example, Sarah and I lived in Dallas, yet neither one of us had heard of “The Vocal Majority“, a chorus in which David previously participated. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir was impressive, however, The Vocal Majority produced what sounded like a single voice. We listened to a sampling of their music and it is both technically awe-inspiring and aesthetically majestic.