So I'm just back from my most exhausting weekend in ages. It started Friday with loading up a rental truck with all of the inventory of Devine Celtic Sounds and driving 11 hours almost straight. It continued with unloading, setting up and vending all day Saturday at the Utah Scottish Festival in Salt Lake City (91 degree heat, 30 percent humidity, one small bottle of water and two potty breaks) and ended today with 11 more hours of driving and unloading all the inventory.
That said, it wasn't an entirely unsuccessful weekend either from a sales perspective, a publicity perspective, or from the perspective of escaping town and doing a road trip finally.
But I really missed Mason.
I also wish I'd brought a camera more than once. The whole drive, even going across the Navajo Indian Reservation, was one startling vista after another. The red rocks near Kanab, Utah, were particularly stunning. Also, going up and coming down I was startled to discover there's a major wildfire fairly close to US Highway 89 at Panguitch, being called the Sanford Fire. The picture at the top of that page looks like it was taken from Panguitch, only the fire has spread and is, in some spots, atop the row of mountains in front. It was an amazing and sobering sight.
Salt Lake City proper was, well, SLC. I always feel vaguely uneasy there, perhaps because it's the closest thing America has to a theocracy. But the natural surroundings of the city are breathtaking (snow on the mountains even in June!) and the people are friendly.
I do really wish Utah would do something about its roads. Driving streets in Salt Lake City were an experience not unlike body-surfing down a washboard, and I didn't realize how rough, noisy and unpleasant Highway 89 in Utah was till I hit the Arizona border and was suddenly beset by calm.
So I got back, unloaded tons of stuff, emptied the truck of my belongings, retrieved my dog, came home and rewrote a paper for school. Still on my plate: watering plants and figuring out bus routes to work so I can return my truck early in the morning.
Up early tomorrow. Ugh.
That said, it wasn't an entirely unsuccessful weekend either from a sales perspective, a publicity perspective, or from the perspective of escaping town and doing a road trip finally.
But I really missed Mason.
I also wish I'd brought a camera more than once. The whole drive, even going across the Navajo Indian Reservation, was one startling vista after another. The red rocks near Kanab, Utah, were particularly stunning. Also, going up and coming down I was startled to discover there's a major wildfire fairly close to US Highway 89 at Panguitch, being called the Sanford Fire. The picture at the top of that page looks like it was taken from Panguitch, only the fire has spread and is, in some spots, atop the row of mountains in front. It was an amazing and sobering sight.
Salt Lake City proper was, well, SLC. I always feel vaguely uneasy there, perhaps because it's the closest thing America has to a theocracy. But the natural surroundings of the city are breathtaking (snow on the mountains even in June!) and the people are friendly.
I do really wish Utah would do something about its roads. Driving streets in Salt Lake City were an experience not unlike body-surfing down a washboard, and I didn't realize how rough, noisy and unpleasant Highway 89 in Utah was till I hit the Arizona border and was suddenly beset by calm.
So I got back, unloaded tons of stuff, emptied the truck of my belongings, retrieved my dog, came home and rewrote a paper for school. Still on my plate: watering plants and figuring out bus routes to work so I can return my truck early in the morning.
Up early tomorrow. Ugh.
posted by Chris | 10:59 PM
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