2020 Condo Week 2.0: Two Good Days

This is part four of the posts for this year's Condo Trip. You really should read them in order. Here's a link to take you to Part One; then click on "Newer Post" at the bottom left when you get to the end.

Yesterday, Sunday, was a day of rest. We had leftover pizza for breakfast (the true breakfast of champions). It was the last day of the English Premier League season, and there were 10 matches being played all at the same time. We had a choice of four shown on channels available to us in this condo, plus five on my cellphone, on a new NBC service called Peacock. One match was on a channel we couldn't get.

But we got to watch the matches that mattered the most to us. Since Liverpool had already won the title, and their opponent, Newcastle United, had nothing at stake, we didn't watch that. (Well, I did watch the first minute on my phone, just enough to see Newcastle score the fastest goal it's ever scored in a Premier League match (but Liverpool won, 3:1)); but then we switched to the TV, and watched (mostly) Chelsea beat Wolverhampton, 2:0, largely thanks to our favourite player, American sensation Christian Pulisic.

Christian Pulisic

We also flipped over to the Leicester City -- Manchester United match, but Leicester was in poor form and the result there wasn't really in much doubt. These two matches pretty much settled the question of who would play Champions League football next season. (Wolverhamption is still in the Europa League, and if they win that competition -- slight chance -- they they also will be in the Champions League.)

As soon as the English soccer was done, we found the final of the National Women's Soccer League tournament on TV, and watched the Houston Dash, which I guess is "our" team, win over the Chicago Red Stars in a very good match. So, Yay!

Then we took our dirty clothes for a walk down to a laundromat about a mile away and washed them. Sherry wasn't hungry; she sat in the laundromat and knitted, while I went next door for lunch. The Chinese restaurant was closed so I forced myself to go to the Mexican restaurant in the same strip-center. At least I got to use the remnants of Spanish that I retain. And it wasn't bad, although they got my order slightly wrong. (Flour tortilla instead of corn.)

We lazed around the apartment the rest of the day, watching old movies on TV. That evening we went over to the supermarket and picked up food for today's breakfast, and while we were there we got a chicken pot pie that we split for Sunday dinner. It was enough.

This morning we loaded our car up and were out the door early; we stopped for coffee and drove up to the Park, and had a nice breakfast picnic of sourdough bread, Gouda cheese, grapes and coffee, then drove on to Jenny Lake, where we took the shuttle-boat across and hiked up to Hidden Falls, which was very pretty. We continued up the steep trail to

Hidden Falls

Inspiration Point, which was also very pretty though not so much as the name would imply. We had intended to turn back at that point, but the guy at the boat dock had said that after Inspiration Point, the path levelled out a lot and continued up Cascade Canyon to a junction with another trail about four miles further on. We had time, and no heart attacks, so we went on for at least a couple of miles, to a meadow where people had reported seeing moose. We didn't see any, and after watching the meadow for maybe 20 minutes we started back. The whole hike ended up being about 5 miles, which is a lot for me, especially at these altitudes.

That was, basically, the whole day. When we got back to town, we walked over to the Town Square and did a little shopping, and found a cafe for a light lunch (I had Cajun Eggs Benedict: eggs and boudin on toasted slices of French bread, topped with a good hollandaise and some interesting hash-brown-like potato accompaniment). Came back to the apartment and vegged out for the rest of the day.

Here, once again, is a link to the picture album for this trip.

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