We decided to switch things up a bit and took a plane to Salt Lake (instead of driving all the way there). We had to get up bright and early (sort of) to get to the airport. Here you can see Kyle and Felix enjoying their first class seats! Oh, if only we all could have been so lucky. Our flight landed around 9 am in Salt Lake, and my Chillylint was kind enough to pick us up at the airport and then let us borrow her car.
We spent some time up on Temple Square after dropping Chilly back off at work. Somehow I finagled the rest of the Trifecta into seeing Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration with me at the Legacy Theater in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
We got there way early, though (Mormon Standard time? Fail.) and decided to kill time by taking pictures in the lobby. After the show, or possibly before (details are a little vague to me), we explored the out of doors.
Walking into the Tabernacle Felix doing a leprechaun kick Once we were done at Temple Square, we headed down to Provo for lunch with the Sister and my Nicole. Brick Oven, as always, was delicious. Also crowded, which I didn't expect, so we didn't have time after lunch to walk around campus. Hopefully there will be a next time, because I didn't get to stop at the Bindery, either, and I miss that place!
Then we headed back to Salt Lake to pick up Chilly! Here you can see that my driving scares people. But we didn't die, and that is all that matters!
Kyle made a sign that said "Show us your Uvula!" Only he spelled "uvula" wrong. We got a lot of confused looks! At one point, Felix had to roll down his window and yell to a lady on the street that her Uvula was in her mouth. Close call! As we were headed to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple, though, we got some great responses. One was a car load of drivers ed kids. The instructor corrected our spelling. After the new and improved sign, and as we were waiting to turn left towards the temple, the lady in the car next to us complied! We were so happy that we gave her a round of applause, unrolled our windows, and had a nice little chat with her. She asked us to show her our philtrums. We were, at first, unsure what this meant, but quickly became educated on the subject. Hooray for new friends! The Oquirrh Mountain Temple is gorgeous, and the open house was well worth the trip to Salt Lake. Not to mention seeing my Chillylint (she would have been worth it, even without the rocking tour of the temple). Next time, though, I think there may need to be two days dedicated to Northern Utah!