After putting a sizable dent in my cinnamon roll and finishing as much of my breakfast as I was able, I began my day's trek westward along a sparsely populated highway that had me exit Colorado into Utah through a tiny town called Dinosaur.
My expectations were that Dinosaur kitsch would be abundant, but the sad little town boasted only two bedraggled old plaster beasts that had seen much better days, penned in tiny corrals that were sprouting peeling paint and encircled with weeds. Even if they were located conveniently at the corner of Brontosaurus and Stegosaurus they made a pretty poor showing, I must say. The only other dinosaur themed item I could find in town was an ancient painting decorating the side of a minuscule restaurant, but the portrait of family dining did manage to make me smile.
I didn't find anything this trip I couldn't live without, but it's always a fascinating stop and one I'll make anytime I'm within a 100 mile radius!
I resumed my journey toward Logan, pressing on so as to be able to meet my friend Stuart Smith for dinner. When I arrived in Logan, I drove out to Bruce's work site to collect him so he could join us as well. By the time evening had rolled around, we all met, along with Bruce's friend Elin, at Logan's home of Asian food finery - the Mandarin. Two hours passed before any of us had realized it, and we parted company after reciting our ridiculous fortunes aloud. Bruce had arranged for me to stay at his parents home, so we headed back there where I was greeted warmly. As glad as I was to see Pat and Judy and Bruce, it wasn't long until I was ready for bed and subsequently in it.