Honolulu to San Francisco took 5 hours flying time + 3 hours hanging about time then all we saw of San Francisco was the hotel for overnight. This was Doubletree Hilton where they welcome you with a warm chocolate walnut cookie. David was so impressed he went back for another one.
Next morning after a mediocre hotel breakfast (which I blasted on TripAdvisor) we took the shuttle back to the airport for another sojourn waiting for the Salt Lake City flight which was delayed though they caught up pretty well. Flying into SLC is spectacular with huge dry mountains all around, the grungy-looking lake and downtown sparkling white in the distance. Utah is in drought and the lake hasn't been refreshed by rain: same long-time drought in California - a notice in Doubletree asks you not to order water in the restaurant if you're not going to drink it.
We took a taxi to Jenny and Rory's home, a terrifying journey on the freeways with our driver careening along at 120 kph and crossing 4 lanes in gay abandon. Fortunately he slowed down in the suburban streets so we were calm on arrival and able to appreciate Jenny's delicious dinner and fall asleep, not waking till 10.30 next morning. We had planned to go out to The Blue Plate Diner for breakfast but had to call it brunch.
I gave Blue Plate 4 stars.
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