I’ve spent the last 24 hours here in Fort Lauderdale for an all-day client meeting that happened today. Truthfully and as spoiled as this sounds, I rarely look forward to my work trips down to Fort Lauderdale because they are always for meetings that I know will rarely have concrete next steps. They are those froufrou meetings that end up being more about “putting a face to a name” and have nothing actionable that comes out of them. However, there are three things I like about these trips: 1) waking up for the sunrise on the east coast, since Fort Lauderdale is on the east side of Florida, 2) getting my trusty Publix sub sandwich at some point during my Florida stay, and 3) getting more American Airlines miles…. Mmmm, miles.

This afternoon during our Uber ride from the client’s office to Publix and finally to the airport, my colleague said to me, “I feel bad saying this… and this may just be me, but does everything in Florida really just look the same?” I’ve only been down here to see Fort Lauderdale and Tampa for work, plus Orlando for fun about six years ago…. but I realized… what she is saying is partially true. Florida feels like a lot of white people, boats, beaches, strip malls, and way too many chain restaurants and stores. Is it just us?

Then, I sat on a plane in first class with a Republican who is originally from Boston but relocated to Fort Lauderdale with his wife and is now raising three children, and he actually said this to me himself. “Everything here looks the same. If you want your children to have culture and be aware of the world, make sure you travel if you live here and don’t just have them stay here. They will be so sheltered and world-stupid.” Hmmmmm.

I’m back on a plane today headed down to Fort Lauderdale for a client meeting, and I was lucky enough to get upgraded again on both legs to first class. As I sat down in my aisle seat on my first leg, the man sitting next to me in the window seat takes out a bunch of antibacterial wipes and begins wiping down the arm rests, the fold out cup holders, and tables. Then, he neatly wraps the wipes into a tiny little square and sets it on his arm rest. Just a little bit of a germaphobe, hm? When he got his two bags of apple chips during snack service, he ate each bag and folded both bags into the teeniest, tiniest little squares. It was like he was doing origami with them.

In three of the last four flights I’ve been on, I’ve sat next to a drunkard or soda addict. During my leg from JFK to DFW en route to Salt Lake City in first class, the man sitting next to me drank at least seven diet Cokes during a 4.5-hour-long flight (I really don’t think they’d give you that many sodas in economy). After the fourth one, he kept insisting each time that “this will really be the last one!” to the flight attendant, who simply smiled and said, “No problem!” each time. Another man showed his enjoyment of whiskey cokes by ordering four in a short flight. And today during a two-hour-long flight from Charlotte to Fort Lauderdale, the woman next to me drank four vodka sodas. They either use alcohol to cope with flying, or they are just drunkards.

What are the strange things I do on flights? I always wrap my leg up in blankets, even if I am wearing pants. Chris thinks this is really weird. I just always like to be warmer, especially when most airplanes will blast the air. If I am on a flight where I know I am getting back to my destination late, I will take my face wash, floss, and toothbrush and toothpaste into the airplane bathroom and wash my face, floss, and brush my teeth. Or if I have lounge access when Chris is with me, I will take care of all those things there before boarding the flight. This way when I get home, I can just drop all my stuff (well, more realistically, empty out all my bags because I am anal like that), sleep, and not worry about cleaning myself up for bed.

When we first talked about this Utah trip, we knew that we were coming here mainly to see the national parks and enjoy nature. Food would not be a priority at all, much to my great disappointment. After doing some cursory research on foods that Utah is known for, particularly around the southern portion of the state where we’d spend the majority of our time, we decided that this would probably be the only trip we will have ever taken where we weren’t going to get excited about the food at all.

I looked up Utah’s “famous foods,” and these were some of the items that came up on the list: “funeral potatoes,” or creamy potato, canned soup, cheese, and crushed corn flake casserole, which Mormon wives typically serve during post-funeral grieving (yum!), Jell-O, particularly the green colored kind (what the hell kind of state gets excited about eating Jell-O, especially the GREEN COLORED ONE?!), pastrami burgers (Chris’s response: “I can sh*t out better food than that”), and “Utah scones,” which are not your typical British scones… they are simply huge fried pieces of dough covered in honey and sugar. This list was enough to make me decide that we were pretty much going to eat cheap fast food and eat just to live, not eat to enjoy.

Our first meal in Kanab where we’d be spending two nights, we ate at the worst “Mexican” restaurant I’d ever been to. We had generic enchiladas and a burrito that had no flavor; in fact, they both tasted pretty much the same – bland, boring, and probably mostly of canned and non-fresh ingredients. The wait staff moved at the rate of snails, and their enthusiasm was nonexistent. The only redeeming quality was that the food came out extremely hot. That’s a sad redeeming quality.

For dinner our first night after hiking Zion the first day, we ate… McDonald’s. Chris had chicken McNuggets while I had my guilty pleasure sausage egg McMuffin with a hash brown (one interesting tidbit is that in the evenings, McDonald’s, at least at this location, makes all the breakfast items to order. I actually had to wait about 15 minutes for my sausage egg McMuffin and my hash brown, which has never, ever happened before). At Bryce, we had a decent turkey burger and salmon burger at their lodge. The place was reasonably priced and of decent quality. I’m sure the patties were pre-formed, but it’s not like we were expecting gourmet food. That evening, we had generic pizza from a random spot a block away from our hotel. It was sausage and mushroom, so it couldn’t have been that bad – at least there were no surprises. Finally, our last full day, we ate at a reasonable Mexican spot in Springdale just outside of Zion and had dinner at the Copper Onion, an up and coming restaurant in downtown Salt Lake City. The Copper Onion meal was the most notable, with house-made tortellini and fettuccine and a wagyu beef bone marrow. One funny thing was that the menu noted every item that used Maldon salt, the famous and high quality British salt I often read about. Maldon salt came with the bone marrow, which was a pretty and tasty touch, but there was no jam or gelee to cut the richness of the marrow, which was a bit of a fail. The food at both places was not the best and was pretty good, but we’ve certainly had better quality food in many other cities. We ended the trip with a last lunch at In’N’Out – probably our favorite meal of the entire trip. Too bad there wasn’t an In’N’Out in the town of Kanab.

We originally wanted to hike to Angel’s Landing, but when we realized that the most treacherous part of the hike only had a rock that was about two feet wide with a chain in the middle, we both decided that it wouldn’t be the best idea for either of us. The park keeps track of the number of people who fall to their deaths. On the day before we were there, one man broke his ankle on the Angel’s Landing and had to be helicoptered down. We both had only regular sneakers, no hiking boots, and I also brought a backpack that was too heavy with our layers (sometimes, coming over prepared doesn’t really help in the long run. Chris suffered while carrying the heavy backpack going up the strenuous path up to Scout Lookout). We ended up hiking to the Scout Lookout just a half mile away from Angel’s Landing, but there was actually a long queue – about 40 minutes-wait – to climb up to the Angel’s Landing portion of the hike to get the priceless view of Zion!

We talked about people’s levels of fear regarding heights. We’re both probably in the middle when it comes to extreme fear and total lack of care of heights. Maybe mine is slightly less than Chris’s because I’ve done more hiking and rock scrambling than he has. Either way, he suggested that since we’re probably not coming back for a long time that if i want to go to the very end, he’d wait for me at Scout’s Lookout while I joined the line to hike to Angel’s Landing. I thought about it for a minute and decided against it.

I don’t want to just hike these trails just to do them and check them off my list. I want them to be shared experiences, so if he can’t go with me, then a big part of me doesn’t want to go at all. I want to look back on all these experiences and know we did them together. And even if I did do it, what… I’d have a photo of myself on Angel’s Landing, and he wouldn’t even be in it and would have had to wait an hour for me to get through and back. I’d always look back on this trip and remember I did it without him, which would always make me feel sad. That’s not a memory I want; that’s no fun to me. We’re in this together until the end.

Today, we spent 11 hours hiking exploring Bryce Canyon National Park. I was surprised to see that it wasn’t very crowded at all, especially since it’s noted as one of the top two national parks tourists visit when coming to Utah. Bryce Canyon is most notable for its huge natural amphitheaters filled with endless hoodoos, which are strange long pointed geological structures shaped like deformed sticks or spires (or what Chris thinks look like upright penises with multiple cock rings). What is so striking about the hoodoos and the overall park is how the colors seem to change on the hoodoos depending on the angle you are looking at them from, and what time of day it is. We didn’t get to see the glowing oranges during sunrise or sunset, but as we walked around the amphitheaters during a blue sky vs. a grey sky, the colors looked very different depending on the sky and the angle of the view. The shades of orange, yellow, red, pink, and purple were at times more intense and at others, more subtle and nuanced. Some areas of Bryce Canyon resembled the Grand Canyon, while others clearly were a land of their own. I even overheard some other tourists say that Bryce Canyon “makes the Grand Canyon seem so boring!” I wouldn’t ever call the Grand Canyon colors and rock formations boring, but I completely understand why someone would say that after seeing Bryce’s endless hoodoos. They really do look as though they go on and on forever, and as far as the eye can see.

After 11 hours of hiking, our bodies were filled with the crisp and lush fresh air from the canyon, while our shoes and pants (and somehow, even my stud earrings) were covered in red sand and dust. I think we’ve set a record for the most number of steps done in a day on our Fitbits — over 35K miles and over 13.5 miles.