While there are a few morning sessions at the conference Southern Man ignored them and spent the morning sight-seeing and geocaching around Temple Square.
The Assembly Hall.
Brigham Young's grave site.
The the nice people at The Plaza shuttled us back to the airport and we had an uneventful flight home. The only real excitement was that Southern Man sort of forgot where he'd left The Hyundai and it took him a few moments to find it. Then rather than driving the thirty miles to The Land Southern Man stayed on the south side of town and met up with friends for our monthly bowling fest, which was (as always) a lot of fun. Then a quick stop by the office to check snail mail and voice mail, the Wal-Mart for milk and juice, and he was home by ten or so. No complaints about The Plaza, but it is nice to sleep in one's own bed again. Good night!