Last night in 5th Wheel C.O.W. ( I think) )

One of the challenges of keeping a log, or blog in internet-speak, is that one needs to keep it up on a daily basis, otherwise there is too much of a gap in events for the reader. My daughter tells me I need to be more “colorful”. Not sure what that means or how far one can go without it being over-done.

Today, Wednesday, Aug 2, finally yielded the test drive of the new motor-home. I continue to call it new, even though it’s a 2002 model, because it is new to us in more ways than one. They fixed the “klunks”. Said it mostly loose bolts plus the originally-diagnosed tie rod. Anyway, it was reasonably quiet on rough roads, of which there are many in the US of A.

So tomorrow is the big day. I’ll hook up the trailer (no small task when you’re alone) and head down around 10 a.m. to finish up the paperwork and begin to transfer worldly possessions. Need to be done in time to be back in the RV-park by 8:00 p.m. when Margaret flies in.

Had my final fix of Happy Sumo. A most interesting mix of Asian and Japanese food in Salt Lake. It has been a surprise how many ethnic and “unusual” restaurants there are. In addition to many Mexican restaurants – there is a large Mexican population here. One wouldn’t guess it. I always envisioned Salt Lake to be a bunch of Mormon missionaries riding around on bikes in tie and short-sleeve white shirts. Turns out that there is a large Tonga population plus the aforementioned Mexicanos.

Observation: Downtown Salt Lake City is a beehive (pun intended) of activity when it comes to restaurants. Every restaurant I’ve visited has been packed with large groups – families apparently – having a good time. It is amazing the variety of restaurants – even compared to other large cities.

The Brazilian steakhouse (Radizio) was something to experience. Waiters walking with chrome spits of various meats ready to slice and serve at your table. This after a salad bar with 31 varieties of salad, including hummus cerviche, ceasar salad, tabuli, quail eggs, et.al.

The next night was Tucci’s Italian with probably the best tiramisu outside of Carraba’s I’ve ever had. It tasted exactly like tiramisu sounds like it should taste from the ingredients. But then what do I know as a non-chef!

The Red Iguana is a Mexican restaurant to die for. Every night when I drive past, no matter whether it’s early or late, there is a line formed on the sidewalk and around the corner. Their walls are covered with Best of ... Awards. And they deserve it.

Some folks have succeeded accessing the Kodak Gallery web-site for the motor home pix. I still want to post directly to this blog-site so folks won’t have to visit two places. Still don’t know why it hasn’t worked. Sigh…

More tomorrow – on the big day – when Margaret arrives to her new “home” on wheels!