The border between Utah and Nevada is a ripple in the cosmos. Everything is different on either side, mostly in terms of the seven deadly sins--they're all legal in Nevada and illegal (or at least highly regulated) in Utah. Plus, Utah has added more, like smoking. We're up to about 11 or 12 deadly sins now. Another thing different on either side of the border is the time zone, and it's been awhile since Jane lived in Utah and she was blissfully dawdling along in Pacific Time where it is one hour earlier than at the Shakespeare festival.
I went to a fast food taco place to grab a burrito to carry with me over to the festival grounds. I noticed a two-for-one special, so I bought one for Jane, too, figuring she wouldn't have time to stop for lunch. I went to the festival box office and picked up all our tickets. Then I found a picnic table outside and ate my burrito. I was tracking Jane's progress by cell phone and knew she was getting closer. Ten minutes before "The Music Man" started, I was in front of the theater waving my arms at Jane down at the corner by the parking lot. She breezed up with at least three minutes to spare and I handed her a foil-wrapped burrito, which she hid inside her purse to save for intermission.
We really enjoyed the play. This one turned out to be our favorite. Over the next two days, we also saw "Noises Off" and "Romeo and Juliet." We were both a bit bored by acts one and three of "Noises Off," but laughed throughout Act 2. We both enjoyed "Romeo and Juliet," except for the sad ending. We both thought the lead actors were a bit bland for their roles. The actor who played Mercutio had more charisma and looked better in his stretchy velvet pants than Romeo. Which is not to say that all the young men didn't look good in their stretchy velvet pants.
Also on the way back, I realized that we were already halfway from Cedar City to Mt. Carmel Junction. This was important because when I drove home from Arizona a few weeks ago, I was looking for Maynard Dixon's house somewhere in the vicinity of Mt. Carmel. He painted wonderful southwest landscapes in the 1930's. I'd caught a glimpse of a sign saying his house was there, and intended to visit on the way home, but missed the sign as I drove by. But Jane--just like my friend Tami down in Tucson-- has a smart phone. We'd planned to both head home Monday morning. But when I asked Jane if she had to be back at work on Monday, she said no and was immediately interested in whatever entertainment I might propose. So right along the Cedar Breaks rim trail, she pulled out her smart phone, hooked up to the internet, and found out the location and tour information for Maynard Dixon's house. And we scheduled ourselves for an extra half day of vacation on Monday morning.
Monday morning required an earlier start, which we accomplished. We ate the quick free breakfast at the hotel, checked out and hit the road. I drove across the mountains east to Mt. Carmel and slowed down while we both looked for some sign of Maynard Dixon's house.
But we stopped at a little hotel in town and the owner gave us more exact directions and we found the place. The Thunderbird Foundation maintains the property and offers artists' retreats and other activities there. We paid for our $10 self-guided tour at an enormous, brand-new log house nearby. There was a small art gallery, too, but maybe it was just getting started, because it had only a few offerings, and disappointingly little by or about Dixon. The Dixon property is a short walk and another world away. Dixon and his third wife, Edith Hamlin, bought the property in 1938.