The grand stare down - we await the invasion of the water tower and its personal power pole scouting party.
down by the Snake River - Russ contemplates the impending doom. Emma remains clueless.
Telecommunications llamas and their pet dog.
In a scrape, hope springs eternal.
Why just make a regular pit stop when you can visit the Golden Spike?
Mammoth American Black Bull - guarding things - very resistant to movement of any type.
Salt Lake City looms in the distance. We went in there once and the Gods became very angry. This time we'll stay down the road in Provo.
Rush hour traffic in Provo. At least the view's nice.
Once again, we score. Local named-farm produce, expert preparation. We sat at the namesake Communal table, seating for 20 or so, jammed in real friendly-like.
BYU Campus at nightfall.
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