Sohail had a day off for Labor Day weekend and of course you can count on me for taking advantage of that. With the help of some airline miles we took a trip down to Mormon town. On first approach flying in from the east coast, Salt Lake City appears like foreign territory. Its landscape bears more similarities to the Middle East than New York, and there is a dream like quality to the flat desert valley surrounded like a citadel by the rugged (and beautiful) peaks of the Wasatch and Oquirrh mountain ranges. This was by the way my first time flying this far out west. And that’s why you guys can count on me for taking every photo that I could.
The laid back vibe was a second culture shock, the people of Salt Lake are endearingly friendly, with a respectful approach that is unlike anything we have ever encountered on our domestic travels. The conservatism was beautiful. A beautiful middle.
We stayed at the Grand Hotel America, downtown and it was phenomenal. We walked into our room with a beautiful view of the mountains along with orange creamsicle macaroons as a welcome amenity. We spent our time going to cafes, driving around, walking to cool street art locations and spending time with friends.
I love the West.8 love