Kenna and Michal have declared that August 3rd is "Eat Breakfast at Midnight Day." Find your local Denny's, order a Grand Slam and join in the fun!
Now we don't normally eat dinner at midnight -- in fact last night was the very first time -- but Kenna and Michal thought chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs in the wee hours of the morning were just too much fun to not turn into an annual tradition. (The jury's still out on if we'll be repeating our late night dining adventure next year.)
And why, you may be wondering, were we eating at midnight? Well, that would be because we flew to Salt Lake last night, drove to our hotel, went to check in only to be told that our reservation was for the night before and the hotel was completely sold out. The Outdoor Retailer Summer Market is in town and it's the largest convention in Utah. Who knew? And that means that all the other hotels in town were sold out too. And all the hotels in Ogden -- an hour away -- and in Pocatello, Idaho -- two hours away -- and in every other nearby and kind-of-nearby town we could think of were also sold out. We finally did find a room at Le Ritz -- that was the real name of our swanky accommodations -- in Idaho Falls, more than three hours away. And after finding a place to stay, the two junior members of our family decided they were so hungry they couldn't possibly go one more minute without food.
And in that moment, at a Denny's in downtown Salt Lake City, "Eat Breakfast at Midnight Day" was born.
At 1:00 a.m., filled with breakfast food, we got in the car and headed to Idaho Falls. It was a very long three hour and fifteen minute drive.
This morning we headed to Montana, where we'll be for the next week and a half. We're in Big Fork for the next couple days, which just happens to be one of my very favorite places in the whole world.
Big Fork sits on the shores of Flathead Lake and is known for wonderful cherries. We drove by three stands before stopping for a box full. I then proceeded to ignore Eric's warnings to not eat too many and give myself a stomach ache.
Our night ended with moose tracks ice cream for the girls and a piece of huckleberry pie a la mode for Eric and me.