These Free Spirits Don't Know How to Slow Dance

I think I've come to realize that we simply need to stop planning camping trips, every time we do the weather turns against us. Mind you, we are not worried about being out in the woods with a little bit of rain, rather we don't have a good place to lay out our tent for a drying off period. (Nobody enjoys camping in a moldy tent.)

So, with the fates working against us we decided to enjoy some benefits of Logan that don't include going to the nearby moistened canyons.

Every now and then the local artists get together with some of the businesses and holds a fun little activity known as "The Gallery Walk". It's rather enjoyable, you simply go around Main Street and see what businesses have their doors open. Inside of participating locations they will be featuring paintings, sculptures, and other things throughout their shopping area (some of the better ones include snacks).

The evening turned out to be a very pleasant temperature and no clouds were in sight (the next morning was a different story). We visited a few different locals, talked to some of the artists, and even saw the new UPR broadcasting center.

However, one of the highlights wasn't even in the confines of buildings, it was right in the middle of the street. A small section of road had been blocked of back in the "Granola District" and a band was playing away. When we first arrived on the scene there was only one younger girl out on the road dancing away in front of the band. Everyone else was simply enjoying the music, maybe a little swaying or maybe a little tapping of the feet. As the band played on though more and more people began to join her.

Michelle and I went into one of the buildings right nearby to look at their displays and by the time we came out the whole street was filled with people; young, old, and everything in between. Most were swinging rather normally to the music, but there were a few that forced me to ask if they could hear the music at all. (They looked to be about high school age, so that might have explained their confusion.)

As we were observing this party of freedom in the middle of the street the band started a new song that was a bit slower beat than what they had been playing just a short time ago. As the music want on it seemed to sedate the crowd into standing mode once again. It was at this point that Michelle made the observation of how apparently difficult it was for free spirits to slow dance. (I'll admit that we weren't the greatest at dancing, but at least we tried.)

We ended the night with a walk around the Logan Tabernacle and decided that we could go camping some other time, in some other place if that's how it ends up, but we're going to miss these activities in Logan.