Deltalogue

On Sunday, we ventured to the great backwoods metropolis of Delta for our niece Riley's baby blessing. Neither of us had ever been to Delta before, so there was much for us to see and experience (cough). In any case, this snowy journey was certainly deserving of a black & white photo travelogue.


Somewhere between Nephi and Delta on Highway 132, we spotted these odd looking stone igloos. Upon further inspection, we learned that they are charcoal ovens from the late 1800s. To quote from their Information plaque, "the sounds of history are silently heard in our minds as we go back to once upon a time." So very profound.


Further on down the highway, just past the charcoal ovens, is the town of Leamington (we had never heard of it either). If I had to guess, I'd say there are approximately 12 people that live there. Their old timey Phillips 66 is sure cool though.


Every town, no matter how small, needs a post office...um...no matter how small. And no need to worry, the United States Postal Service is "available" at this post office.


Welcome to Delta, skydivers NOT welcome.


One would think it would be the acme of foolishness for Rico to have his taco van open for business at 9:30 on Sunday morning in Delta, but two cars stopped for an early morning taco fix while we were parked across the street waiting to take a photo. Also be sure to note the cleverly titled salon "Delta Hairlines" next door.


The rec center next to the church where we had lunch after the blessing. As we learned from Kristen's dad, the correct term for this style of building is a "Quonset Hut." Good to know.


Riley, the guest of honor. I'd say she was worth the trip.