Friday – cool and sunny

Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point Gardens.

Owl with his lunch on the side.
The museums are teaming with heavily pregnant Mormon women, usually with 4 or 5 rug rats in tow. I’m amazed there isn’t a midwife on duty.
After a Starbucks we drive about a hundred miles down to Price, where we’re staying over night.

More tulips.
Our Quality Inn hotel was pretty good, although the guy at reception needed photo Id as usual. Handed him my 50 year old paper licence along with loose passport photo in the plastic case to turn it into photo Id. He then spent the next 5 minutes examining it. In the end I had to ask for it back before he wore all the ink of it. Despite the detailed, microscopic inspection it never seemed to occur to him that the picture was just loose and it could have been anyones, but so far, apart from one border guard it Arizona, it’s always passed muster as a valid photo Id. A very disconcerting and unfriendly welcome.

Friendly sort.
They passed our soup of the day test, in so far as they knew what it was, but they’d run out. Not a good sign and remind us to add “run out of soup or coffee” as another acid test – see below.

Gardens with a little waterfall.
Thankfully our waitress explained why the delay. “You see we’ve only got room for 8 on the grill!”. Oh well that’s alright then, who give a rats arse about keeping customers waiting. Heaven forbid you should get a bigger grill or limit the number of tables.

Not tulips but hyacinths I think. Gorgeous colour.
I have to say my meal, the house speciality, a smothered burrito of some sort, was excellent.
Moral of that story don’t trust Trip Advisor. At least now they have a Terrible star.

The Edwards Restaurant Test
Three questions to ask in any restaurant before ordering food:
- “What’s the soup of the day?” If they don’t know, they’re incompetent, exit promptly as you can be 87% certain the meal and service will be a disaster
- “Do you have any soup?” If they have run out then again exit promptly. Soups a fairly basic item.
- “Do you have coffee and tea?” Again if they don’t serve these basic items, or have run out then exit promptly.
- And finally for good measure, “Do you serve Halal meat?” If the answer is yes then my monies on exiting immediately. Just remember the concept of Halal is a product of a 6th century barbaric society. If adopt those standards then what’s their hygiene going to be like?

Ice Londres: Project Fear:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrMtxvVQAoI
Saturday – cool and sunny

Our great hunt to get a picture of Wendy at the famous “Great Hunt” petroglyph.

Balancing rock.
Find the main petroglyphs. Pretty impressive – see pictures. Even without the petroglyphs this canyon is spectacular and well worth the trip.

A few more petroglyphs.

9 Mile Canyon

Say you are an older senior citizen and can no longer take care of yourself and the government says there is no Nursing Home care available for you. So, what do you do?
You opt for Medicare Plan G.
The plan gives anyone 75 or older a gun (Plan G) and one bullet. You are allowed to shoot one worthless politician. This means you will be sent to prison for the rest of your life where you will receive three meals a day, a roof over your head, central heating and air conditioning, cable TV, a library, and all the Health Care you need. Need new teeth? No problem. Need glasses? That’s great. Need a hearing aid, new hip, knees, kidney, lungs, sex change, or heart? They are all covered!
As an added bonus, your kids can come and visit you at least as often as they do now!
And, who will be paying for all of this? The same government that just told you they can’t afford for you to go into a nursing home. And you will get rid of a useless politician while you are at it. And now, because you are a prisoner, you don’t have to pay any more income taxes!
Is this a great country or what? Now that I’ve solved your senior financial plan, enjoy the rest of your week!




Sunday – cool and sunny

Nodding donkey on the back country road out of 9 Mile Canyon.
In the evening the Schmitts come round for a farewell family dinner, which mainly consist of our left overs. A great evening with great company. We’ll miss them.

Well I’d like to think it was another April fools joke but no it’s true. Yes, a remote controlled foot spa (bidet); emergency button; auto seat raise; temperature controlled; oscillating rear washing nozzle; turbo cleansing with high pressure rear wash. Includes a 4 minute video explaining all the loony functions. Every home and refugee tent should have one. Could be a neat way to fritter away our 0.7% of GDP on foreign aid.

Bill Maher gets into a debate on why Islam is more Violent than Christianity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jm3UWawqAc
Monday – cool and sunny

Daddy Canyon off 9 Mile Canyon.
Lazy morning. Drop off Carols things she lent us and any food we have left over – waste not, want not. Nip up to the hospital to get copies of my invoices, then it’s coffees and Internet. Seems strange not having to leave until 13:00. We’re so used to getting up at the crack o sparrows.
Say goodbye to Park City until next February. Quite sad. At least I’ve got plenty of time to get fit for skiing.

Awesome scenery down 9 Mile Canyon.
Check in is painless, but as usual TSA is just the usual palaver. Yes, we’re pre-checked but because I’ve got a piece of Meccano in my leg I have to go through the scanners and be groped, sadly not by a fit young piece of eye candy.

Haute cuisine.

Settling in.
Well this has to be the experience of a lifetime, not quite up to virgin upper class standards, but to experience good customer service delivered with a genuine friendly smile from the sycophantic French cabin crew had to be worth every penny of the £9,000+ ticket price I’m not paying for.
Foods pretty good, a tad on the haute cuisine side but best of all theres cheese and biscuits with port of course.

Just trying the bed.
Ah it seems like there’s a 2nd wifi entertainment system which can stream the Martian to my iPad. That’s the good news, bad news is I have to download an app, which takes nearly an hour, so I’ll struggle to see the whole film before we land.
Well it’s been a very relaxing and comfortable flight, so much better than cattle class, but way too expensive even if we are frittering away the kids inheritance. Certainly not worth braking my femur for.

Sleeping on the job again.
2nd business class flight from Paris to Manchester restores my faith in French service levels and attitudes. Wrong seat for Wendy and stroppy attitude from the dollies with the trolleys. Well that’s my French prejudices confirmed and refreshed for another year.
Home safe and sound. Just 6 weeks before we escape again.

Mr Bean flies 1st class:

The good life after BREXIT:
Let’s get out.

