When you travel, there are lots of little ways that tell you that you are far from home. It doesn’t even take a house falling on your head to give you a heads up, but sometimes, that helps.
I am traveling solo for a roller derby clinic and thrilling in the ability to just explore. It’s novel.
Wait, I don’t have to ask a certain pre-schooler if she has to go potty before we leave the hotel? WHAAAT?
Today, I plan to walk my feet off. I intentionally arrived early so that I could just visit a new place. Yep. Utah is a new place, y’all.
After leaving Georgia, I think I started taking for granted the fact that other states actually sell alcohol on Sundays. And anywhere outside of Boulder, lighting a cigarette on the street is normal.
Here in Salt Lake City, the way I’m going to have to at least temporarily reset my expectations is in how I cross the street.
One way streets are no big deal, I can handle those. But Salt Lake seems to actually have a functioning and accessible light rail system running through it’s heart. As such, even the road implores you to check for traffic.
My light rail conductor even slowed down the train to open her window and holler at some folks walking along the median between the two sets of tracks to get out of there. She reminded them that apparently it IS rocket science to safely cross the street. And then we passed this billboard. No joke.
I feel like the 1920s image of hopping on and off trolley cars is not a nostalgia that they hold truck with here.
Another local thing I’ve noticed is the way you ask whether you’ll dine in or eat out at a restaurant. As in, “Will that be to go, or stay in?”
Maybe it was a one-time thing and not a Utah thing, but I like to think of it as a local color observation.
Let’s go explore some more, hmm?