There was a storm cloud hanging over Great Falls dumping snow for 4 consecutive days, preventing me from being able to do much outside the Holiday Inn Express.
From what I did see, Great Falls was a rather unattractive city -- it is littered with big box stores, aging industrial buildings, and 1 cent casinos. I was hoping to drive down to Helena and Bozeman on the way to Yellowstone, but the snow and ice created road closings all around Great Falls, preventing me from being able to leave the city.
I mean, literally, it was only snowing in one part of the country:
The bad news got worse when I found out the next flight to Atlanta didn't leave until 3am ET. To add insult to injury, Delta refused to pay for a hotel or rental car, leaving me stranded at the Salt Lake City airport.
Things turned up from there. I made the best of a bad situation and started exploring the airport: I found interesting vending machines, watched the planes take off and land from behind the fence, people-watched, admired the often ignored artwork, examined barbed wire (honestly, it doesn't look too hard to climb over -- but I'd love to know how it's made), eavesdropped on airport employee conversations, watched a zamboni-like floor cleaner, and walked for miles.
In my adventures, I learned about a free bus service from the airport to Temple Square. You can imagine my excitement. I had heard LDS missionaries describe their feelings for this temple, and they even handed me a miniature postcard of the building, so I was anxious to see it myself.
It did not disappoint. Non-mormons are not allowed to enter the temple (and, in fact, I think you have to be baptized Mormon for at least a year before being allowed to enter), but from the outside it was gorgeous, as was the rest of the square. It was interesting to me how the majestic square compared to the immediate surroundings, which were full of construction, low-income apartments, and various commercial buildings. One building in the square had 5 acres of gardens on the roof with waterfalls flowing down the side, and immediately behind it was a set of boxy-looking apartment buildings.
The trip didn't go as planned, but you know what? It was successful.
I saw a city I haven't seen before, met interesting people on the planes, and, most importantly, I am no longer missing my mom and my girlfriend's birthdays, nor am I missing the defense of my girlfriend's thesis.
Yellowstone can wait.



































