Another weird thing about SLC. It has this huge potential to be an awesome ski town, actually it is an awesome ski town, just without the ski town.
I mean, it has some of the greatest skiing on earth, the license plate does not lie.
The longest I drove this season was 45 minutes, the shortest about 25.
The powder was deep, and light. Storm after storm kept coming in and puking more snow on these beautiful rocky mountains. There are nine ski resorts within 45 minutes of this city.
The only thing missing is the laid back ski town mentality.
Salt Lake City is too generic. It might as well be a suburb of Los Angeles. It really doesn't have it's own identity, except for the fact that the LDS church basically owns it. Which in itself, is a bit off putting if you are not LDS.
Most people always seem to drive like they are an hour late for their wedding. Which, comically, is a common place thing in this city.
Most people are always in some kind of hurry, running red lights, illegal u-turns, practically running down pedestrians in the crosswalk. They really need to chill out, get off their cell phone, and pay attention to life.
The Final Week
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In theory in one week from now we should be departing Brasilia bound
somewhere else, most likely Paraguay.
I thought Layne was tempting fate rather badly...
16 hours ago

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