lazy sunday

No hike on Sunday.  It wasn't planned that way, but that's how it ended up.  We got up late but still packed up for a hike in Millcreek Canyon.  Then H had to run in to the office for a few minutes and then I wanted to go to breakfast.  I had my eye on a new (to us) place, one that has been on my to-go-to breakfast place list for months and one that was also recently featured on Food Network's Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives:  the Blue Plate Diner.

Located right in SLC at 2041 South 2100 East, the Blue Plate Diner has a younger, hipper, more citified clientele than many of our more oftenly frequented diners.  The joint was jumping when we finally got there - after 11:00 a.m. - but we didn't have to wait too long for a table.  Completely forgetting my recent vow to stay away from big eggy and cheesy breakfasts on hiking days, I ordered the huevos rancheros with green salsa while H, staying true to form, got the pork chile verde omelet.  These breakfasts were HUGE (and I had to make another vow: to order my breakfasts sans potatoes from here on out) - way too big, even for H.  He thought that his chile verde was a little bland; the green salsa on my huevos was plenty spicy and flavorful, but instead of corn tortillas, the base of the dish was a thick, unsweetened, well-done, black bean griddle cake.  Tasty enough, and easier to fork through than corn tortillas, but a little dense.

By the time we rolled on out of the diner it was after noon and really hot.  We looked at each other and decided that there would be no hiking today: too full.  So we dragged out our Utah gazetteer and found ourselves a state park not too far away: Rockport State Park, a medium-sized reservoir just south of Wanship.  We flashed our state park pass and cruised on in, easily finding a quiet covered picnic table on the east side of the reservoir.  The overnight camping areas were pretty full - or were, as people were starting to pack up and head home, their weekend over - but most of the day use sites, like the one we found, were empty.  There were lots of watercraft buzzing about, towing waterskiers and tubers and fishing lines; the water was pretty nice and we immediately wished we'd thought to throw our swim suits in the car.  Next time.

Rockport Reservoir

After a few hours we drove through Browns Canyon to Park City - and a beer at the No Name Saloon - and then back home.  Not our most active day by a long shot, but a pleasant one nonetheless.