Running and Wayfare

I suppose the most interesting things about this week were related to running and Wayfare magazine.

On Monday, I went back to the dentist to have them check on my gum graft. I thought they were going to remove the stitches, but I was mistaken; I still have another week with them. But they said everything looks good. 

As my gums heal, I was able to go running again for the first time since the surgery. During the week, I went on my standby trails of Wild Rose and Bonneville Shoreline (from Tunnel Springs Park). But Saturday was the day for a long run!

Now that there are so many new trails in North Canyon and Mueller Park, I have lots of options. I decided to go on a run where I hadn't done the exact loop, but I'd been on all the parts of it. 

cutleaf balsamroot

I started at Mueller Park and headed up to Elephant Rock, and I saw three women in my ward as I was heading up. But I didn't stop at the rock itself, because I've been there so many times. I began leapfrogging some bikers. At four miles, I was disappointed to realize that I still had two miles uphill to go. At five miles, I was surprised to see a makeshift bench made of an old tree. (It had been six months since I'd been to that portion of the trail.) 

At 5.5 miles, there was a couple that ran past me. That makes me feel like I'm lacking. Oh well, I can't be the best at everything.

I reached Rudy's Flat just after six miles, and I was glad to know it was mostly downhill from there. I ate an energy bar, then I kept going down the trail till I reached the Mahogany Ridge Trail, which I first went on last year. This trail has very little shade, so I hoped I put on enough sunscreen.

Glacier lilies

At almost ten miles, I reached the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, where I ate another energy bar. I was disappointed at all the invasive dyer's woad growing along the side of the trail. 

The BST is not very steep, and technically most of it was downhill. I was surprised at all the muddy spots I encountered—I've done this trail several times before, and I don't remember it being muddy in those spots. 

It's always nice to get into the shadier spots again

After thirteen miles, I got back to the main Mueller Park Trail, and I saw another person I know. (That trail is so busy.) Once I returned to the trailhead, I had gone 14.59 miles. This is the second farthest I have ever run! (I went more than fifteen miles in September 2022.) 

It's hard to go on such a long run. But if I run 13/14/15 miles, then the 9 and 10-mile runs are comparatively easy. And of course, the ultra runners will think my fourteen miles is nothing.

There were actually three things about Wayfare this week. First, I started the week copyediting articles for a special Advent issue. Of course, if there ever was a Wayfare task meant for me, it's a special holiday issue. And it was fun to be working on it, because I still feel a little cheated out of a Christmas experience, since we had such little snow and I didn't get to spend as much time with my Christmas playlist as I might have liked.

Also, copies of issue 7 arrived this week. This is the issue that needed to be proofed right as I was leaving for Taiwan. It's always good to see another issue out—but I'm not going to read it, because I already did so.

And also, I copyedited an article for issue 8. Some Wayfare articles don't have footnotes, but this one did, which is always the most time-consuming part of any edit. My role for Wayfare is simply as a copyeditor, but in this case, my historical background was really useful (and I would say important).

Utah Independent Bookstore Crawl 2026

I've kept it pretty low-key this week as I continue to heal from my gum graft. I haven't been exercising, but I managed to get twelve thousand steps yesterday as I participated in the 2026 Independent Bookstore Crawl!

On my work email, I'm subscribed to Benchmark Books, which sells LDS books and hosts events with new authors. From them, I learned that April 25 was Independent Bookstore Day, and twenty-five Utah bookstores were participating in this crawl. There are two options: On Independent Bookstore Day, visit ten bookstores; or by December 31, go to all twenty-five in Utah. I love supporting local businesses, so I thought it might be fun to go to all twenty-five—though I'm not committed to it—and going to ten in one day would allow me to get a good start.

I started the day at the Book Garden in Bountiful. I love this bookstore, and I have bought things there many times. I have also sold my books to them. But I didn't buy anything this time. 

Next I drove down to Draper to the Book Box Bookshop, which was quite busy.

It was here I first realized how different I was from most of the other people doing the crawl. I am squarely on team nonfiction. I don't have anything against fiction, it just doesn't really interest me. But most of the people at Book Box seemed to be there for fiction. They did have one section of nonfiction, so I bought David Archuleta's new memoir, the one actual book I bought all day.

Next I headed to Benchmark Books, which was very much not busy. It is totally my kind of bookstore, so that was surprising to me. But I get a lot of free books because of my jobs, and I already had the books I might have wanted. (My BYU boss talked about his new Salt Lake Temple book there in October, and on that occasion I bought Matthew Harris's Second-Class Saints and Taylor Petrey's Tabernacles of Clay.) There was also an antique store in the same building, so I looked there but didn't buy anything. 

Next I went to Marissa's Bookstore, which is pretty close to my state office. 

I'm a committed journaler, and they had a good selection of journals I enjoy, which have classic art on the covers and a magnet to keep it closed. So I got a journal with a 1607 map on it. I'll use it eventually.

Then I drove up to Sugar House, which is chaotic on Saturdays. I parked far away and walked over to Central Book Exchange. This was a relatively small bookstore, and the books were all densely packed. Nothing jumped out at me. 

As I walked back to my car, I was surprised to see someone had lost a Gumby plushie. Is Gumby a thing these days?

Then I drove up to the King's English. I had been there once before, when a colleague was doing a book reading there. It is arranged more like a house, with lots of little rooms and hallways. That meant it was hard to get around when it was a busy day. People were buying stacks of books, but I didn't buy anything.

Then I went to 100 South to go to Books & Supply, which was the strangest "bookstore" I visited all day.

They had a small selection of books, and I honestly can't imagine anyone wanting to read them. They were mostly about architecture and design, and yet I imagine architects, designers, and artists would be reading other books instead. Actually, I was kind of interested in a book about salt lakes, but I didn't buy it. 

A lot of the store had art supplies. It seemed like a very niche store, yet I don't even get what the niche was. They've been there since November, and I can't imagine they'll last very long.

I went to Trolley Square to go to Weller Book Works. I have been there many times, especially since I used to go to Trolley Square Barbers before the Park Barbershop opened up near me. I think they are my favorite store I visited yesterday, though I didn't buy anything. They have such a big collection of books on so many topics. This is where I bought my copy of Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling back in 2022.

Then I went to Salt Lake's Maven District to Lovebound Library, which is devoted entirely to romance novels. Again, I was surprised at how busy this store was, because I wasn't interested in those books at all. One of the cashiers saw me with my map and offered to stamp it without me even asking—perhaps she recognized that I was out of place there. Most of the customers were women, though there were some men standing around, presumably waiting for their wives. There were a good amount of queer romances, but those don't interest me any more than straight ones.

And the final stop was Ken Sanders Rare Books, which moved into the old Leonardo Museum. I never visited them in their previous location, but of course I was aware of them—you can't work in Utah history and not know about Ken Sanders. 

Inside they had the old Salt Lake Lego display from the Leonardo. 

They had a selection of books on the top level, but then most of them were in the basement, which is also where you had to get your map stamped. It appeared to me that they hadn't fully organized the books after the move, because much of the store was in disarray. 

I'd say this store was second only to Weller Book Works, mostly because so much of it remained unorganized. Near the entrance, there was a cabinet full of postcards. I wanted to see if they had any holiday postcards, but there were people looking in the drawers, and I didn't feel like waiting for them.

So then I went to the other side of the block to get my prize at the Salt Lake Library. It wasn't clear where to go, but I found my way to the roof, where a woman was giving out little pennants and bookmarks. The prize was a little underwhelming (it's not even a cool bookmark!), but the real prize is the adventure. I enjoyed taking the stairs to the roof. 

Then as I walked back to my car, I had to pass Ken Sanders again, and I thought I would see if there were still people looking at the postcards. Nope, the cabinet was unoccupied.

Last Christmas, there were lots of posts about weird old Christmas cards, so I hoped I would find some. Nope, no really weird ones. And there were no Halloween ones. But there were weird Easter ones! And weird Thanksgiving ones! And other holidays I found interesting for various reasons! I love this kind of thing, so I bought nineteen postcards. Because of Indie Bookstore Day, everything was 25 percent off, so I got them all for about twenty-six dollars. This was the highlight of the day for me. I am so excited to have them. Maybe I'll have to go back sometime to get more, though I already got my favorites. Of the ones that have dates on them, they're mostly between 1909 and 1913.

This was the weirdest Christmas one. Why does Santa have a turkey?

The one on the right is the cover image of Thanksgiving: The Biography of an American Holiday, the fateful book that literally changed my life

The middle one is stamped 1933, which is still cool. I like that the kids are wearing their winter clothes. And I love the car on the bottom.

There were lots of Washington cards, many with a cherry motif. I only found this one that explicitly mentioned Washington's Birthday

What is life like in Thanksgiving Towne? 

...is it like this...

...or like this?

They always used to refer to the "Glorious Fourth of July." It was so common that I'm surprised we don't really call it "glorious" anymore.

I absolutely love the weird Easter cards. The kids in the nest. The rabbits' egg-shaped boat. And is the rabbit at the barn door the father of the rabbits emerging from the eggs?

The card on the right is for Decoration Day, which is the original name of Memorial Day

More weird Easter. The cheerful bunny band might be my very favorite.

These are the same cards with better lighting, except "A Joyful Easter" is covered up

Oh, the pain, the pain

On Monday this week, after the Utah Historical Quarterly board of editors meeting, I went to my dentist office for my periodontal gum graft. They numbed me up, then put a block in my mouth to keep my mouth open while they did the operation. Since I was numb, it just felt like they were flossing.

Unfortunately, they did not adequately prepare me for how painful it would be after the procedure. Beforehand, they told me I wouldn't be able to exercise for a few days, but they made it sound like a very minor thing.

They did not tell me, for instance, that I would only be able to eat very soft foods, but no berries (because of seeds). They did not tell me that I would feel like doing literally nothing the rest of the day. I drove home, and all I wanted to do was lie down. But I needed to have soft foods, and I needed to pick up my antibiotic prescription, and I needed to get a special mouth rinse. Luckily, my mom was willing to do those things for me. (They were at home because we were getting a new furnace.)

I got on my bed and didn't want to do anything. Even watching TV or listening to music sounded like too much. My gums and jaw were in pain, and I felt restless yet also wanted to do nothing. I was frustrated that the dentist office didn't prepare me ahead of time, and I was frustrated that their post-op instructions weren't entirely clear, and even my usual frustrations with life bothered me more than usual.

I took a nap, and as long as I was perfectly still, I wasn't in pain. I became swollen, so I looked like a chipmunk for a few days. 

Over the course of the week, I have gradually improved. The swelling has gone down, though I have a bruised cheek, and it has become less painful. I have graduated from very soft foods (cottage cheese, oatmeal, ice cream, refried beans) to soft foods that require chewing (cooked potatoes, bananas, peas). But I still can't have crunchy foods, and I still haven't felt like exercising. (That meant that Thursday's snowstorm didn't really impact me; I was delighted to see snow is still possible.)

***

On Tuesday, my parents left on a camping trip, and in the evening my mom tried to call me. It was then that I discovered that my phone's microphone no longer worked. You will recall that I got a new battery the Saturday before. So on Wednesday, I drove back up to Mr. Vik in Kaysville to have them look at the microphone.

They couldn't figure out the problem. So the owner gave me a new replacement phone. I didn't want a new phone—if I did, I wouldn't have bothered replacing the battery. I just hate the hassle of signing in to all the apps again, and getting the settings the way I want them, etc. So they are seeing if they can figure out the microphone issue; if they can, they'll give me my old phone back, but if not, I have a new one. It does sound less likely they'll get it fixed. 

The owner is so kind and generous to just give me a new phone. And it might be a problem with the Google Pixel, not the shop's fault, so I might go back anyway to pay for it—I don't want them to lose money, especially when they're a small, local, ethical business.

***

On Thursday, I awoke after having a dream about one of my mission companions, Elder Kitchen. In the dream, he came to church after not attending for many, many years, and everyone was excited to see him. I told him he had to sit by me, and I was going to have a conversation with him.

After I woke up, I wondered if I should try to reach out to him. In 2013, he announced on Facebook that he was gay, and soon his posts indicated he no longer participated in Church. (Balancing those things is hard enough today, but it was even rarer/harder in 2013.) By 2015, his Facebook was deactivated, if not gone altogether. I tried to see if I had an email address for him, but I didn't. And if I ever had his phone number, it would be stashed away on my old flip phone. (I know I had contacted him somehow around 2011, because he had asked if he and his friends could stay at my parents' house while I was at college. I think that's kind of weird, but he was kind of a weird guy.)

He's on the left in this picture from a mission reunion in April 2011.

I Googled him and found his family members' social media posts saying he had taken his own life around Christmas in 2023. This was quite a surprise. His mom obviously posted how sad it was, but since he was an adult, they couldn't force him to get help, and he didn't believe he was sick. She also posted that she was relieved he no longer heard the horrible voices that kept him from his family. It sounds like they didn't hear about his death until a few weeks after it happened.

I then found a Facebook account he created in 2023, and in his most recent pictures, he did not look healthy. He even linked to a blog, so of course, I had to read it.

Guys, this blog was truly bizarre.

He claimed that he had been born in Soviet Germany, but then as a young child he was kidnapped by the Mormon Church because they wanted to place gay kids in Mormon families. They placed technology in his brain that they could use to erase his memories and make him throw up. He was adopted by a loving family, but then they were murdered by their cousins, who stole their identities. The people who claimed to be his mother and siblings were not his real family. (Or something like that.)

It was just shocking to see all these absolute nutjob ideas coming from someone I know. Sure, he was a little weird and quirky, but so was I. This is the kind of insanity you expect from TV, not real life. And I'm not using "insanity" flippantly there—he was literally insane. Much of his blog had a lot of religious commentary, and it was decently written with some good ideas. It just baffles me that someone could write a fairly rational blog while having all these 100 percent irrational ideas.

I don't feel sad for myself; he had not been part of my life for a long time. We generally got along as companions, but he liked to do things to get my goat, and he criticized me over lots of dumb things: music, door approaches (his weren't any better), pajamas, deodorant. I'd call him a middling companion. 

Regardless, it is surprising to think that I will never have a chance to talk to him again. I don't know if anyone else from the mission knew until I made a Facebook post about it. (And I'm not friends with that many mission people anymore.) It is sad for someone so young to die, but the method—dying by suicide because he was legitimately crazy—is shocking.

Anyway. I have various thoughts about this. Maybe I'll say more about it sometime, but I'm not committing to do so.

minor highlights

I suppose this week's highlights aren't all that exciting.

I've been thinking recently how I've had my phone for nearly four years (in July), and it's still going strong, so I don't want a new one. But this week, I noticed that it seemed to be bulging a bit. I would rather just replace the battery than get a whole new phone. I called around to a few places (mostly chain stores), but they didn't have a Pixel 6 battery in stock. It would take a few days to get one.

But I found a local business, Mr. Vik in Kaysville, that seemed to have one in stock. So I drove up there on Thursday, but the guy in charge didn't think the bulge was a problem, since it was so small. He said I only needed to worry about it if it got bigger. 

Well, two days later, I noticed that it was indeed bigger. So I went back on Saturday, and he agreed that it was bulging. So an hour later, I had a new phone battery! It's a little thing, but I'm so pleased that I got a new battery without the cost of a new phone and the hassle of transferring everything over. And it also seems more ecofriendly to keep using something I already have.

Speaking of ecofriendly, the City of North Salt Lake hosted another event to pull myrtle spurge from Springhill Geologic Park. I go there all the time (when I only have time for a short run), and I am very concerned about invasive plants, and it's almost Earth Day, so I went, just like I did last year. While the bulk of volunteers stayed fairly close to the gathering spot, I went to a place where I knew there was a ton of spurge growing. I ended up filling three black garbage bags, and it seemed like it wasn't a dent. 

All that bright green stuff is spurge

But I did hear one of the guys in charge saying that there was a lot less than last year where they purged before. So maybe some progress is being made.

I definitely used muscles I don't usually use, and I wonder if I should spend more time pulling spurge from the Wild Rose Trail, as I have done in the past. But it is a bit of a commitment, especially since you have to wear protective clothing. Invariably I get a rash on my wrist where the sap touches my skin. What a horrible plant! But I already spend a great deal of time pulling goatheads in the summer and fall.

This week I was making my bed, and Reggie wouldn't get off. He provides no tangible benefit to my life, and yet I am so happy to have him around.

And I suppose the other noteworthy thing was running six evenings this week. April and May are wonderful months for the trails, and there are lots of wildflowers in bloom.

Smallflower woodlandstar on Wild Rose (it's hard to photograph)

arrowleaf balsamroot on Wild Rose

longleaf phlox on Wild Rose

common paintbrush above Wild Rose

tufted evening primrose, one of my favorites, at Springhill Geologic Park

Aspens are best in the fall, but they're also cool in the spring!

Yellowbells in North Canyon

North Canyon

Glacier lilies in North Canyon