Now let's talk about these crazy organisms we call ze men.
Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.
I lived in the Branbury circa 2006. Worst management on the planet. They knew they had problems with people gettin raped by the trail and never did anything, except tell people coming to the office that "those girls made those stories up". This was before any of the more publicized rapes. The management screwed you for pretty much anything. Booting and parking was ridiculous too. Anyhow, the only reason I ended up there is a friend that I was going to live with ended up wanting to sign there. This ended up being the same thing that took my wife there, which is how we met, so it wasn't all bad. Well, actually, it was. All of it but that.
Utah sounds lovely.