A lakeful of tomato soup

So, I'm going to Salt Lake City, UT, Thursday to visit one of my close friends from college. No, she's not mormon--her religion is skiing. She lived in Park City for a number of years, then ended up in grad school in SLC. Funny how we don't realize the hold a city has on us until it's too late. Many of my friends dream of moving elsewhere (I've frequently considered leaving TN, and did for a while) but it's not usually that simple. Some of us are held in place by family, or memory, or inertia. Once you're even moderately established in a career, it takes an awfully strong force of will to make all the changes necessary to get up and move unless there's a compelling reason. Of course, some of my friends have made pretty impressive moves the last few years, cross-country and cross-ocean.

Anyway. The last week and a half has been completely consumed with suddenly and unexpectedly buying a house (had planned to wait another couple of months), so I haven't even had time to get excited about my spring break jaunt to SLC. I'm hoping to go see the Spiral Jetty, a several-hours drive, but worth it to visit the "non-site" of earth art I studied in college. The jetty was covered over with water for years, but emerged when the red waters of the GSL receded a few years ago.