From Salt Lake City to Jackson Hole

A few hours later, the rain is still there, but it won't prevent me from going for a walk in Salt Lake City : the old train station, the Greek orthodox cathedral with the mountains still covered with snow behind ... and of course Temple Square. The explanations are given by 2 misionary sisters, one from Mexico and one from Texas.

One more Capitol to be added to the collection. This one is on the top of the hill, surrounded by small churches, and Victorian houses. A very nice district.

It is already time to leave Utah, in the direction of Idaho, the state of "the famous potatoes". How on earth could anybody have the idea to take this as the symbol of the state ???

You have the feeling that the time has stopped one century ago, on the banks of Bear Lake. The fields are full of very old wooden buildings, unfortunetaly almost destroyed for most of them.

It also almost feels as home : in a few hours, you can cross Paris (and its historical museum, with the Eiffel Tower in the front window), Montpelier (no, I didn't make a spelling mistake) and Geneva. Welcome on the Oregon Trail where the pionners have given the name of their cities to the place they had to chosen to stop.

And then it is already Wyoming, the cowboys state, with small ranch along the road, horses and cows in the fields... The first town crossed on the road is Jackson Hole, a western ski resort. It is weird to have a saloon at the bottom of the slopes.

Welcome to the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar, where you can drink the local beer at the counter, sitting on a horse saddle, while you listen to a country music concert.