Before leaving Zion Crossing Park I called Bhavna. It was close to lunchtime. She reminded me that I had wanted to visit the new farm market stand at the Brick Farm Tavern.
The backyard at Brick Farm Tavern was bathed in the brilliant glow of the midday sun. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its rays over the snow-clad yard. The sky was endless blue.
The picnic tables and chairs lay scattered, each blanketed in a layer of fresh untouched and pristine snow.
The Dog Run bar wore a cap of snow, its white roof mirroring the ground below. The Dog Run bar, usually bustling with energy and life, was still.
I popped into the market. I had a good chat with Otto, one of the owners abkut winter and vacations. I bought a French baguette to make a sandwich for lunch, and back bacon and eggs to make breakfast.
