Salt Lake City
I was really excited about Salt Lake City. I figured, since these people don’t drink, smoke, or seemingly do any of the things that take up most of the energy of a big city, they must have lots of fun non-bar stuff to do. It turns out that, in fact, they just spend most of their energy building temples and trying to convert you.
And, my favorite part, Wasatch High School had perhaps the most fitting mascot ever:
Altogether, Salt Lake was a bit of a disappointment. For a city that hosted the olympics and has such natural beauty around it, it just was a bit of an underwhelming experience. Plus, the Mormon visitors centers really toned down the ridiculousness. No exhibits of their special underwear, no statues of Jesus with the native americans, etc. I had some overpriced sushi, talked with some locals for a while, and decided to leave I-80 for highway 40, which is a shorter but much slower route to Denver. I’d planned to spend a few nights in Salt Lake, but couldn’t muster the willpower to stay there any longer.