Moving day. After seven nights in the Tetons it was time to move on. On the last day our friend, a witty black bear we met on a trail, baked us a pie. A few of our favorite elk also swung by to say goodbye. All good things must come to an end.

So we drove to Park City, Utah. About 300 miles which for us means two coffee breaks. The first was in a small shanty-like structure stranded in a parking lot just a few feet off Route 89. The teenage girls working the joint were nice but seemed a bit put off by us wanting them to use our own travel mugs. I paid with a twenty and got back over eight dollars in quarters.

We also had a Cup of Joe in Evanston, WY. It was a nice place with friendly people and a large bagel/cream cheese selection (their motto is “Great coffee, bad puns and good food”). But what really impressed us was that a coffee shop can make it in a majority Mormon town (68.4 % per Wikipedia; Mormons do not drink coffee).

It’s all about Friends now. One after another while Corey and I both catch up on mindlessly scrolling on our phones. We have also done six loads of laundry with at least two more to go. The price for all this will be a two hour time share presentation tomorrow. It is going to be hard not to tell the sales person about all the fun we had back at the park.