The flight to Salt Lake City from Boston was the most smooth airline flight I think I've ever taken. I arrived in Salt Lake City in the mid-morning. The views flyig into the airport were amazing. Of particular interest was the way some leftover clouds from a recent storm had evaporated off the tops of the Wasatch peaks.
First I had to take care of some administrative issues, such as claiming my bags, getting my rental car, eating a late breakfast at Denny's (of course), and checking into my hotel.
The weather was spectacular--sunny and getting warmer. Up in the mountains an epic bluebird powder day was happening. I could've gone skiing for half a day, but I decided it was better to reconnect with whomever didn't mind my company.
In the early afternoon I headed over to Steve's. He barbecued some chicken for us for lunch, and then we threw the football around for a while. It was indeed good to be back.
I capped off the day with a drive up into Big Cottonwood Canyon. I was dead tired, but I couldn't resist. The sunset was amazing from the canyon as I drove back down to my hotel in Midvale.