We headed out early this morning as we had a date with destiny! Today was the day we chased down some Farr Premium ice cream to see if it was, in fact, the winner of the best ice cream in the USA. After a couple of hours we pulled into Salt Lake City and managed to locate the distribution center for Farr’s. We weren’t interested in buying a three gallon tub (well Ned was, but I wasn’t buying into it) so we inquired where we could buy it retail. Shortly after 11, at an upscale outdoor mall in Salt Lake City, our tongues carefully gave it a lick. Well…it retained the first place status, but with a caveat. The scoops we had were from the bottom of the bucket so not as great as the ice cream at Ruby’s, but still pretty darn creamy and tasty. For the rest of the day we took turns trading off driving every two hours, listening to tunes and composing our “best ofs” for the trip. For all of you who joined us on our trip, thanks for being part of the journey and reading along. Until next time, this cowgirl bids you, “Happy Trails.”
