My uncle had left for work early, so we said goodbye to my aunt and headed into town. Since I lived in Pocatello when I was young, we drove by one of my old houses and the empty lot where another had been. I was surprised at how well I could get around town, since I had not lived there since 4th grade, had not been back in years, had never driven through town. Driving south, we were able to enjoy how green everything is with springtime through hills and mountains and lava rock south of Pocatello. In Salt Lake, we stopped to see the sprawling complex of the LDS church, including the temple and the tabernacle. Though we missed the daily organ demonstration by two hours, we were able to hear the sound demo in the tabernacle, as the young woman giving the demo dropped pins and tore newspaper on the other end of the hall, which we could hear perfectly. It would be an incredible venue to hear a full choir and organ performance. There was nothing too surprising in the remainder of the visitor centers--simply a mix of history on the temple building, LDS theology, and LDS doctrinal history. It was a beautiful day to be walking around in the gardens. The drive through Utah was not too eventful, though it was getting consistently getting warmer. We switched out of shoes in favor of sandals as the temperature crept up into the 90s, then the 100s. We swung by an Arctic Circle in Saint George to splurge with a shake and some fries (along with their truly remarkable fry sauce). We were aiming for a room in Mesquite, Nevada, where they have nice rooms for around $30/night. I thought it was just a secret that my family had used during many drives between Idaho and Arizona, but the billboards which we started seeing when we left Salt Lake made it clear that the cheap rooms in Mesquite were not a secret. It was 110 degrees out when we got to the casino/motel/buffet/movie-theater/bowling-alley/Starbucks, so we went straight to the swimming pool. The heat and the desert made it feel like we were already home.