Etc.

Here are a few other notes from the trip.
WARNING: If you see this sign,

keep driving. If you don't, you run the risk of becoming an Soniholic.

When my Sunday school teachers warned me about happy hour I didn't realize they were talking about Sonic. Sara and I had seen numerous advertisements for Sonic on the television and didn't pay much attention, because we had never seen one around us. Mike was well versed in the ways of Sonic and made a stop there after our first day of fishing. Sara and I gave it a try after that and were immediately hooked. We found ourselves planning activities around happy hour(The time between 2 and 4 p.m. in which all the drinks are half price). For those of you who are in the dark about Sonic, they make slushes(kind of like shaved ice) with chunks of fruit in them. They have tons of different flavors and you can make whatever combination your tongue desires. Toward the end of our trip we decided to hook Mike up with what Sara called "The Suicide". He asked us to get him a cherry-lime slush, but we decided to have them add every flavor possible. Who wouldn't enjoy all fruit flavors combined with vanilla, chocolate, coconut, Powerade, and whatever else is at the back of the fridge? When Mike got back to Kyle's and sipped on his drink he realized it wasn't exactly what he ordered. Of course, he also said it wasn't bad. We gave him his actual order and each had a taste of "The Suicide". I would have to agree with Mike. You could taste the different flavors. The flavor that won out in the end seemed to be bubble gum. When we got back to California, we immediately looked up the nearest Sonic to our house. As the tears started to well-up, we found out that we would have to travel all the way to Anaheim for happy hour. The withdrawals are still there, but it should make the future Disneyland trips even more enjoyable. I wonder what their food tastes like.

We also made a trip to the Creamery on 9th. I've never been a fan of the place and think it is the perfect example of people wanting to go there because the long line makes them think it is cool. It's just ice cream, and I think they intentionally take a while in order to give the appearance of always having a line. We ate outside which gave me the opportunity to witness a guy driving his lady friend on his scooter and slamming on his brakes to avoid passing the driveway to Subway. He came very close to laying it down. At least they were both well protected with their flip-flops, shorts and helmetless heads.

Which brings me to my next subject. While we were there the following news article was published in the paper. At first I thought it was a joke, but it turns out the author was being serious. Let me just say this, being 99th out of 200 doesn't make you good. And, the only city in Utah on the list was Salt Lake City. Most of the other cities in Utah didn't meet the population requirements. And, the only reason that there aren't nearly as many accidents in SLC as there could be is because there are so many out-of-staters who drive defensively against the natives. I'll admit that there are plenty of bad drivers in California, but the difference is that when somebody is driving badly they most likely realize they are doing it. In Utah they seem to be oblivious. No, it is not okay to turn right from whatever lane you are in. No, the bike lane isn't for cars too. No, the blinker isn't an added feature of the car that you didn't get. Yes, a helmet probably would be a good idea when you don't know how to drive a scooter. No, it is not a good idea to do a U-turn on the freeway with on-coming traffic traveling at 75 MPH. Really? That's all I have to say about that.

Bodie and Jackson enjoyed Kyle's pool table. Jackson for the pool playing,and Bodie for the delicious chalk.

Bodie also made friends with Tiffany (the cat).
Tiffany didn't exactly share the same level of interest in the friendship that Bodie did, but I think he went the entire time without getting bitten.

We also had lunch with some friends from our BYU days. (I will not reveal where we ate, but I think they were trying to set me up). Also of interest from that trip was the lady checking me out non-stop the entire time we were there. That's the power of the mohawk. Oh, and this place was along the drive: