springing into saturday

This past weekend really felt like spring, even in northern Utah.  Without a ski pass, I busied myself on Saturday with four-mile walks with Milton, baking a pan of brownies and a double batch of pumpkin-raisin-walnut muffins and doing a whole bunch of laundry.   Dinner was another couple of new recipes: baked tofu with peanut butter and lime sauce, accompanied by turmeric-garlic fried rice with broccoli and jalapenos.  The rice, in particular, was delicious!

Dinner is served

H skied for the morning, reporting that things got sticky quickly in the bright sun.  It was noticeably less crowded than it's been - with folks either giving up on skiing for the year or perhaps waiting until the afternoon to get their spring season on.  An additional change this year: with having to wear a mask, you don't have to worry so much about putting on sunscreen.

Still under 500" on the year

When H got home and cleaned up, we were in the mood for an outside beer - it was so nice, with temperatures in the 70s - so we tossed Milton in the car and headed in town.  We knew that Hopkins Brewing Co. had an open, dog-friendly patio but on our way there we passed the Campfire Lounge - which was open after having been closed (and abandoned looking, to be honest) for about six months.  We quickly turned in there and snagged a prime corner table on their patio. 

Springtime selfie

 The windows, walls and patio surface need a bit of a wash but the glasses were clean and the beer was tasty and we enjoyed doing some city stuff, around - but in a safe distance from - other people.  It was a good mix of folks: us, some goth kids, two guys who'd just gotten done paragliding, two guys still in ski pants and a grandfather and grandson having shots and beers.  Milton enjoyed it too: the bartender delivered his own water bowl AND he had three 20-something girls petting him all at once.  That's an excellent way to spend a spring afternoon right there.