I'm leaving Provo in 19 days and never coming back.
Okay, that was a slight exaggeration. I'm sure I'll be back, but I don't think I'll live here ever again. And while I normally have no problem with that thought, I'm currently feeling a little nostalgia (dangerous emotion, that). There are so many things I feel like I missed. You know the "I've Never" game? I guess usually it's a drinking game, I've never played it (no pun intended), but there are a lot of Utah experiences I could put on my list.
I've never . . .
--been to Sundance,
--hiked Mt. Timpanogos,
--done anything in Moab/Zion/Canyonlands,
--shopped in Park City,
--floated in the Great Salt Lake,
--seen the Savior of the World,
--driven the Alpine Loop,
--bowled in the basement of the Wilk,
--visited the dinosaur museums.
I did, however, see the Kennecott Copper Mine a few weeks ago. It was pretty sweet.