First stop in Salt Lake City (SLC) was a Rodizio restaurant.
And then I caught up on my fervent praying -- I was way behind on fervent praying.
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Because of my mockery, they didn't allow us into the Salt Lake Temple
but they did let us pose by the door:
Inside they graciously allowed me to play the organ, after I changed into a white shirt:
Ha ha, just kidding -- I didn't ask permission, I just went up and played it.
Anyway, it was time to drop Jenny off at the airport, so I copied the hundreds of photos I'd taken onto a DVD for her.
And after sending her back to Kansas City, I got a well-deserved break, in our hotel's hot tub, from all the frenetic activity.
The Baymont Inn was an excellent hotel, even though it is held together with vice grips.
The next day, we went back to the Mormon Tabernacle and heard an organ recital, then made our escape across the great salt desert.
Stopping only to get a McCafe at an unfinished but open McDonalds.
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