What a day - it started at about 2am with a call from Cayley telling us that she was getting a ride home (a thousand thanks to Amy!), and so another snap decision was made - everyone go to bed and we'll think about what's next.
But wait, what about Harry Potter? See for yourself (that's Cayley and her pal Natasha center left, from the front page of today's Bozeman Daily Chronicle):
The article even included quotes from the girls (they were, after all, the second party in line for the show).
In Bozeman, EVERYONE is a celeb!
Fast forward to 7am, start rustling, packing, eating, feeding animals, etc.Out the door by 9am, and the long drive begins, stopping for coffee recycling approximately every hour in the morning, and Idaho Falls for lunch, and then nuthin' but gas for the next 300 miles. Narrowly avoided full-court rush-hour gridlock in Salt Lake and Provo.
And here we are in Beaver, named for the Beaver River, which along with the Sevier River feed Lake Sevier, an intermittent and endorheic (look it up!) lake which lies in the lowest part of the Sevier Desert.
From Wikipedia:
"Beaver is the birthplace of two well-known, but very different, people: Philo T. Farnsworth and Butch Cassidy. Philo T. Farnsworth was the inventor of several critical electronic devices that made television possible, including the cathode ray tube. He was also the first to create table-top nuclear-fusion. Butch Cassidy was a notorious western outlaw." (Apparently the authors were bigger fans of Philo than Butch.) The article also states: "The town is famous for the giant letter 'B', which is visible from the freeway. It is also visible on Google Maps: 38 15' 52.26" N, 112 34' 57.20 W."I can't speak for Google Maps, but we have indeed seen the giant "B" from the interstate. It is rather large.
Beaver also has the distinction of being the first town in Utah to be electrified. I can see the city fathers now - "Welcome to all-electric Beaver."
On the recommendation of the motel concierge (okay I am being generous, she worked the front desk too), we dined at the evervescent Kan Kun Restaurant (go ahead - try to pronounce it). Now, when we went looking around town, we were of course searching for the "Cancun" restaurant, but apparently the proprietors felt that a more phonetic spelling would be a better draw with the the locals as well as the touristas. It worked. The only embarassment to some was when Karin, in an hommage to her dad, did her best to speak Spanish to the waitress when ordering beer. Cayley, being new at this game, was mildly mortified. Below, the Kan Kun, where they are clearly more interested in you knowing what kind of food they server rather than the name of the joint:
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