As it should always be, our morning centered around breakfast.
After waking from a fine sleep, my sister and I, as quickly as we arrived in Salt Lake, prepared to say goodbye to it.
Before hitting the road, we did some research to find the most suitable breakfast spot for two young traveling gals, and settled on a very sweet spot called The Rose Establishment.
Over coffees and treats, our eyes slowly opened and when our plates were empty, we felt rejuvenated and ready to roll.
From Salt Lake City’s snow capped mountains, we made our way through the rest of Utah, Nevada, and finally to California.
With open road ahead of us, the majority of our drive was spent without service and we were reliant on each other’s company and the entire soundtrack of Hamilton to keep us occupied.
It reminded me of the olden days! The days without phones, LTE’s, Internet, and just the open road and sunshine ahead of us.
At one point, we made a stop along the road in Nevada, and while stretching our legs and taking photos on the good ole fashioned Polaroid (really going old school!), we both felt completely at peace in the wilderness, isolated and without service.
It was fantastic. That’s the kind of traveling I’ll remember best!
Anyhoo, we pulled into Bishop around six, having made good time, and settled down for the night at Grandma’s house, falling asleep to the starriest of skies, and one very hyper kitty.
I myself had a pour over (max with Ethiopia Guiji, best served black), and a lemon pie brioche (with lemon curd, cardamom bitters cream, and nutmeg).
If you so happen to have at least a 2 1/2 car trip planned and you like history, the Hamilton soundtrack is perfect for you. Be prepared to go from boisterous singing to a face full of tears by the end though!
Rest stop best stop.
California, we meet again...