Road Trip, Day Six

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[Well, our home away from home for a while.  Let’s go see it!  This is downtown St. George, Utah.  The last time I went through here it was a small town that just happened to be about halfway between Las Vegas and Utah’s national parks.  The population in 1980 was 11,000; now it’s 77,000.  Can you remember another city on this road trip that went through similar explosive growth over the same time period?  If you said Loveland, Colorado, you win a cookie!  I think I kinda prefer Alex’s 2 per cent per year growth rate.  😉   Oh, the “D” on the background cliff is for Dixie State University, but that’s another story.]

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[Our hosts and the Super provide perspective . . . and occasionally comic relief.]

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[The city is awash in street side sculpture . . . kinda like Bemidji.]

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[(Speaking of comic relief.)]

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[Book Peddler!]

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[I wanna go back to Dixie, take me back to dear old Dixie . . . ]

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[Always remember as you limp, stumble, or hopscotch through life . . . CHERISH YOUR LUNATIC FRINGE.]

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[Speaking of lunatic fringes, it appears thoughts of the ole feed bag are at hand.]

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[Hmmmm, what should I get here when we come back for dinner?]

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[Hmmmm, who gets to stand next to the horse’s hind parts?]

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[Hmmmm, who gets to stand next to the firetruck’s hind parts?]

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[Is that an Aldi’s bag?]

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[OK, let’s eat!]

And now for the Fat Boys:

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[‘Twas a beautiful evening!  Made even more so by two bottles of crisp and citrusy Nobilo Sauvignon Blanc, much to the enjoyment of the interested parties!]

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[The restaurant specialty, as well as the special of the day, was beet salad.  Of the four of us, only Jeanne and I were beet eaters.  I ordered it.  Gorgeous, and delicious!]

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[As I recall, Jeanne ordered the spinach salad.  That’s Ken’s bacon wrapped duck on the right.]

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[The Super’s bacon wrapped tenderloin.  We all also got an order of bacon wrapped almond stuffed dates.  In fact, when I ordered, I said I wanted the bacon wrapped beet salad and the bacon wrapped crab  cakes, much to our server’s chagrin!]

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[And here are my crab cakes, sans bacon wrap.]

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[Jeanne liked the water, too!  😉  So, if you’re ever in St. George, we can all heartily recommend the Painted Pony!  It appears St. George is becoming a less crowded snowbird alternative to Florida, Arizona, and the California desert.]

A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.  A woman must do what he can’t.  ~  Rhonda Hansome

Up next:  Day Seven.

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2 Responses to Road Trip, Day Six

  1. jamig4 says:

    What the heck was under the beets? Looks like a gelatin sandwich…

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