I refuse to believe it. That was the most contrived set of coincidences EVER. We had to loop back around onto the freeway right after my last post, and ended back up in Salt Lake, the place I spent a week trying to get out of.
Then, we got rerouted to the airport, and being chased by cultists. So we bought tickets for St. George, which were accidentally switched to New York City. I call shenanigans.