The Utah desert inspires. Long stretches of stunted trees nestled between snow capped mountain ranges. It only took us 30 minutes to get out of the city and into the wilderness. It’s quite therapeutic. I like the open vistas and 360 degree views. You don’t get openness like this in Colorado.
My father goes back to his roots and dons a cowboy hat. He even has a Cowboy Trail playlist that we queue on the iPad as we leave the city behind. We stop at look out points along the way to the Miner’s Cafe, our lunch destination. We cross the pony express and discuss what it would have been like. But nothing has really changed in the desert so I imagine it felt and looked the same.
The Miner’s Cafe is a quaint establishment that serves the classics. Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, pancakes…and root beer. Patrons take their time and chat with the waitress and manager. My father is a regular and the chef asks for his expert advice on the new chicken fried steak recipe.
I can see why he does this every Friday.