While in the middle of a horrifically long day of driving I decided to stop at Red Rock Brewery Salt Lake City Utah for lunch. The stop was meant to break up my day a bit. I pulled off the highway into downtown Salt Lake City traffic. I come from a small town and like to occasionally remind myself why I do not live in a larger city as I do not handle the stress of traffic well. And it’s not even like Salt Lake is a huge city!
I’m spoiled, I know.
Samantha, my GPS, led me astray on the way home. It was not at all surprising because she loovvvesss taking me off course, even if it makes no sense to. She loves sending me off course as much as I love Boomer. For the record, that is a lot!
I was not suppose to travel through Salt Lake City on my way home from our Spring road trip and there I found myself zipping along I-15 in the heat of traffic.
Damn you Samantha.
“They call it the Lycra bar” my uncle said to me when I announced I was going to the Moab Brewery in Moab Utah.
As I walked in the door I immediately understood what he meant as the walls of the gift shop were lined with lycra cycling jerseys. It was clear I was in mountain biking country. It was also clear that I should have made a reservation for dinner.
Majority of my spring 2015 trip was going to be solo, but while I was in Park City I happen to have a friend who was house-sitting the same time I was going to be passing through. She offered up a room to stay (don’t worry I also know the person who my friend was house-sitting for) with only one unfortunate stipulation. Boomer would need to be boarded for the night. So I did what any ration pet parent would do; I booked him a stay at some swanky Park City boarding facility. I’m sure he didn’t appreciate it as he had the bed all to himself and was not able to lay horizontal on the bed leaving me with only a sliver of the bed to sleep on.
On mid-day Friday I found myself zipping along I-15 in Salt Lake City. I-15 has had a lasting impression on me since my childhood. My parents and I often visited Utah while I was growing up. During one of those visits I experienced my first bit of road rage. I’m not sure who cut who off, but the altercation ended with both of my parents flipping the bird at the semi-truck driver, who also returned his #1 salute to them. Needless to say I was hoping to get out of Salt Lake City without earning my own #1 status. Before I left however, I had one stop to make, Uinta Brewing and Pub.
I felt like the appropriate reward for hiking when I hate hiking would be a quick stop off at a brewery before I picked up Boomer. Luckily Zion Canyon Brewing Company is conveniently (or strategically) located right next to Zion National Park’s entrance in Springdale Utah.
After finishing up at the Olympic Park I decided to take my moody ass to downtown Park City and try out a local brewery I had been reading about, the Wasatch Brew Pub.
I poked around the shops on the main street until I decided it was socially acceptable to start drinking some adult beverages. Once the clock struck 11 am (don’t judge) I made my way back to the brewery where I was asked the age-old question “anyone joining you”… Seriously can’t a single girl get a table for one?