Day 6, Somewhere in Utah

Having gained an hour by entering the Mountain time zone yesterday, I am having to wait longer this morning for the sunrise. No worries. I have the hotel cafe to myself, or almost to myself. Matthew, the rambunctious proprietor's son, is begging me for a ride on the motorcycle while he waits for the school bus to take him the eight miles down to Bullfrog, Utah (the local Chamber of Commerce might want to tweak the name a bit).
Matthew, the poor soul. He is 11 years old but his maturity, both physically and intellectually, is stunted. I would have guessed him to be closer to five or six. He says he is bored stiff in this town; no friends, nothing to do. His mother and older sister work 24/7 running the motel. His energy is over the top. He asks more questions in a minute than I thought humanly possible (what's your name, how old are you, where you from, are you married, what's her name, is she nice (duh) do you have children, what's their names, which motorcycle is yours, did you ride from Boston, will you drive me to my Aunt Rose's in Pennsylvania...). He has no filters. We are a good match, at least for awhile. Even I, however, might eventually tire from his boundary-less curiosity. Not yet though. I feel bad for him. As gorgeous as this place is, it's not fit for a peerless child. Maybe we should take him to Rose's place.
Such a breakfast feast to choose from; a variety of dry cereals, 113 gram cups of yogurt (why just strawberry everyone) frozen waffles and bagels, little pastries (the kind you get at hotel meetings), hard boil eggs, 5.5 ounce cans of v8 juice and orange, apple and "Pass-o-Guava" juice direct from the Sunkist beverage dispenser. Yahoo! So many good choices with so little time to enjoy them.
Eric's entry captured yesterday well, for the most part. I may have described the glove incident and my original travel plans a little differently but I'll avoid the public squabble. Our readers are intelligent. They know how to dissect fiction from the truth.
I've thoroughly enjoyed the days with Eric. Having the intercoms allows us (sometimes forces us) to talk. Most of our conversation is light hearted, some of it is juvenile, and sometimes it's serious. We seek counsel on our respective work challenges. And, for the first time, we've talked about our age and the need to take full advantage of our lives while we can. Our aches, his knees and my back, are persistent reminders to keep moving. The time remaining is short.
Despite the fun times with Eric, I like having a few hours of alone time each morning (if you can call being with Matthew alone time). The sunrises, the breakfasts, the blog posts, and the people help me to settle in for the day. It's restorative and relaxing.
Below are links to some unedited footage from the helmut cam (thanks again Colin).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xROLJSMBLzQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdMccF2dg7Q
Have a great day.
-George
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