My first time in Salt Lake City. We walked around downtown a bit before heading to the show. Here’s the huge Mormon corporate tower at the center of town.
Salt Lake uses a grid system for the street names where each street is numbered based on how far it is from the LDS temple at the center of the city. This caused some confusion for us until we figured it out.
Our show was in Midvale at a space called the Underground. We didn’t know much about the place ahead of time. It turned out to be a rented space above a sort of garage where a guy named Conrad has a small screen-print shop.
The crowd was mostly kids in their late teens and early twenties who were fans of ska and pop-punk bands. A girl wearing a black-and-white checked scarf in her blue hair told me it’s tough for their scene Salt Lake because a lot of bands break up when band members have to leave for their two-year "mission" for the LDS church at age 19. A singer-songwriter sang a song about how his girlfriend was mad at him when the movie he took her to had too much sex and cussing in it. The people there were obviously a tight-knit group of friends, singing along with the local artists’ songs. There were also three guests at the show who were quite a bit older than everyone else; I think they were relatives of one of the performers. They sat toward the back of the room on the only available seating, a couple of bench seats from a van along one wall.
I’m not sure what the crowd thought of Bryan’s performance, but there was one guy lying on the floor on his back about two feet in front of the “stage,” sending text messages. That was too bad.
I did have the chance to meet another relative for the first time, Kristin and her two kids Shannon and Calvin. Very sweet people who put us up for the night at their place in Farmington. 
They are all musicians. Kristin left us some jalapeno jelly she made when she left for work in the morning. The town was surrounded by huge mountains, like the city. I found a trail next to a lagoon and went for a run. All the trees had turned.
We left for Denver, but realized shortly along the way that we were in dire need of new tires. The mesh was actually becoming visible through a long gouge (bottom left corner of this photo). 
So we turned back to Salt Lake and got two new tires.
While we were waiting for the new tires to be installed, we decided to see what could be done with the copious amounts of change that has gathered in the ashtray and cup-holders during this lengthy road trip. As it turned out, we had $11.38, enough for us to hit the bowling alley next door to the discount tire place, where we paid for one of us to bowl one game and split a tiny cheese pizza.
Bryan was enthused about the old score-keeping computers.
I bowled a 57. We checked out all the chintzy arcade games and explored the place.
Sometimes your throw goes sour and you’ve got to express your disappointment.
Amazing scenery on the way to Colorado.
Echo Lake
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