“This is the place.”
Nestled at the base of the Wasatch Mountains, which form the western edge of the Rockies, northern Utah is spectacularly beautiful. At the height of Spring, it is carpeted with glorious tulips.
A Delightful Spa Retreat on a Snowy Day
After a good night’s sleep, thanks to a beautiful but slightly unnerving trip over the Rocky Mountains, I woke up to a dusting of snow. I walked from my hotel over to the reasonably priced Sego Lily Spa in Layton. The cozy full-service day spa features a well-appointed locker room and comfortable lounge areas, with big club chairs and warm rugs on slate tile.
After a week on the road, I started with a welcome body polish. One pattern I’ve discovered is that East Coast spas tend to offer scrubs in regular treatment rooms, where therapists rinse clients off by hand with washcloths, but Western spas use wet rooms with Vichy showers. Sego Lily was no exception, and the Vichy shower rained throughout the treatment, as I lay under a desert-brown towel while the wet-aproned masseuse scrubbed my bare skin smooth from top to toe.
I’d been interested in trying dry brushing, and since Sego Lily offered it as an inexpensive add-on, I went for it, but unfortunately I can’t say I saw much difference in my skin tone. The body-butter massage though sealed in the benefits of the scrub. Days later, my skin still feels like satin.
Next I had a typical facial, and added on an eye treatment. My eye area still hasn’t bounced back from when my house flooded, but I was glad to see some tightening and brightening.
This post contains affiliate links. For more information, click here.
And I was delighted to discover that Sego Lily offers a Dazzle Dry manicure, rock hard in five minutes, which I haven’t found anywhere besides Bella Sante, my erstwhile go-to day spa in Wellesley.
A Fun and Informative Gathering of Foodies
But the real reason I’m in Layton is the Everything Food Conference, which drew about 700 foodies from as far away as Brisbane, Australia.
The most helpful sessions for me were Ty Kilgore’s break-outs on search engine optimization. Key take-away: Never stop optimizing your posts.
But the best part about conferences is the opportunity to catch up with other people. I enjoyed meeting the sponsors, including the people from Atkins. As regular readers know, I’m a big believer in the power of the low-carb lifestyle. I’m looking forward to delving in to the book they gave me.
And I was thrilled to be invited to a small dinner hosted by Anolon. Local Top Chef contestant Katie Weinner took over Sweet Lake Biscuits & Limeade restaurant in Salt Lake City and served a pop-up dinner. About three dozen of us feasted on chicken and biscuits with a delicious cashew gravy, finished off with a creamy panna cotta topped with strawberries and edible glitter.
I really enjoyed getting to know some of the other bloggers at my table:
- Sarah Alvord from Feeding Your Fam,
- Susie Bulloch from Hey Grill Hey,
- Rachel Farnsworth from The Stay-at-Home Chef, and
- Cassie Heilbron from Cook It Real Good.
An Unusual City Center on a Sunny Day
I did Uber in to Salt Lake City for some quality site-seeing. Temple Square is the most visited attraction in Utah. It’s even more popular than Zion National Park, though it sure didn’t seem that way. The small groups of pleasant and smiling men in ties and button-downs and women in knee-length dresses seemed bustling rather than bothersome.
Temple Square is different from most of the other city centers I’ve visited around the world. Orderly and Disney-clean, it feels safe behind low walls and gates. Its central point is the soaring Temple, which is off-limits to non-Mormons.
I did join a public walking tour. Two young Mormon “sister missionaries” sporting modest dresses, sensible shoes, black name tags, and subtle make-up led a small group to several of the Square’s buildings. The impressive Tabernacle, home of the Choir, was finished in 1867. The building houses one of the largest organs in the world, with 11,623 pipes, ranging in length from more than 30 feet to just a few inches.
But what’s truly distinctive about the Tabernacle is its powerful acoustics. Our small tour group sat on well-spaced pews near the back of the building, while our young tour guides stood about 150 feet away at the pulpit. One tore a newspaper; it sounded clear and crisp. Her companion dropped a pin; yes, sometimes clichés come true: We really could hear a pin drop. Then she dropped a metal nail; it clanged like a cymbal crashing to the floor.
After the tour, I couldn’t resist simply walking around the Square. The weather in northern Utah is as changeable as in New England, and the day was sunny with the kind of arid warmth that gently cossets your skin.
Exhibits celebrate Utah’s history.
The little-known Handcart Memorial honors the nearly 3,000 Mormons who travelled across the plains and over the mountains with these unusual wheelbarrow-like contraptions. Brigham Young designed the carts for pioneers who could not afford teams of horses or oxen. Each was fitted with a crossbar that meant it could be manually either pushed or pulled. The carts carried pioneers’ clothing, bedding, and small children. The trek was as hazardous as it sounds. Hundreds of pioneers died en route, never to see the beauty of northern Utah.
Amid all this unique history, the 35 acres of the Square are adorned with a maze of garden beds blooming with hundreds of varieties of Spring flowers, including daffodils, lilies, and peonies.
But it’s the tulips that stand out.
Soaring a foot high in some places, they pop in red, yellow, coral, mauve, sometimes on the same bloom.
And when the bright mountain sun catches just right, the petals look almost translucent as they glisten.
I crossed the Rocky Mountains and arrived in northern Utah from southwestern Wyoming nearly 200 years after Brigham Young and his followers made a similar journey. Much has certainly changed in those two centuries. Utah has become a state, with Salt Lake City as its capital and Brigham Young University as its premier educational institution. And of course I travelled via automobile, not covered wagon, or handcart.
But one thing hasn’t changed at all: Northern Utah remains one of the most beautiful places in the world.
For two decades, I worked at political jobs. Then my parents got sick, and I went home to help care for them, and they died, fourteen weeks apart, in their late 60s. And I decided that life is too dear, and too uncertain, to fritter away in political offices. I fought back the sorrow with travel, and started this blog. I believe that passions are more fun when you share them with others, and my hope is to share my passions for travel and culture with you. Welcome! Read more …