Sunday in Salt Lake City is very sleepy. Little happens but church. Almost nothing is open (except the pagan/wican cafe and the bike co-op). We were towed off the mountain and deposited by Chuck the awesome tow driver in the parking lot of Transmission Man in SE Salt Lake City. We explored the neighborhood on bikes.
Hi-Gra E Eats
Millions of square feet of blank white walls in a place where graffiti has not yet been invented. With a case of spray paint and an artistic vision, one could be king of Salt Lake City.
Steel in an industrial area of SLC
Not everything in SLC adheres to Mormon puritanical values.
We sat in the Roper yard, watched the trains move about, and drank PBR.
Magical abandoned lot apricot tree fed our bellies.
Hazel kicks it in the sun.
Our shantyboat camping spot in the parking lot of Transmission Man.
We had to wait until Monday morning in order to arrange our rented tow vehicle so we were in SLC for just over 24 hours.
