Much to your chagrin, I have noticed the church is largely the same everywhere I have been, including the most remote Peruvian town I was in.
People are largely the same, the church was largely the same with the exception of the wards where most of the active membership was made up of people who had been members less than 10 years. Even then, they did their best to adhere to proper doctrine. I remember being Branch President once and asking a sister to say the opening prayer and I got a somewhat altered form of a Padre Nuestro. LOL.
The one real exception was the two Utah wards my wife and I were in. People were so indifferent and cold to us being there. It was really strange, since I had known lots of friendly and neighborly members (and people in general) in Nebraska, and expected the same. The unfortunate reality of Utah is that it contains only three different types of people:
1. Really active Mormons. white, blonde, and stereotypical
2. Sunday Mormons - Even then, they seem to enjoy boating on Sundays (would never consider such a thing!) I call these people "California Mormons" They grow their hair out, ride longboard and other skateboards all over the place, wear skinny jeans and whatever the slightly-less-than-contemporary fashion trend of the day is, etc. These people say "dude" alot and talk like they are from the West Coast.
3. Anti-mormons. Not non-Mormons, but anti. Never seen so many people who have an utter disgust for something than that of non-mormons in Utah. Never in my life had I seen, nor to this day have I experienced so many people with awful full-sleeve and visible neck tattoos, gauges, multiple piercings, etc. I could imagine most grew up Mormon but wanted to broadcast to the world, "I am obviously not Mormon, quit trying to put me in a box!" or didn't grow up Mormon, but were forced to live there in some form or fashion. I understand how that living non-mormon in Utah is difficult for people who want to party, drink, smoke, etc, but I have never met a more pathetic group of people.
That said, I like #3 more than #2.
We lived in a duplex for a year and a half and only once did our neighbor we shared a wall with ever say hello, despite passing by eachother some 50 or so times in that period. Never had home teachers or visiting teachers despite being active. People in the ward did not welcome us (besides the old guy in the ward...you know the guy.) etc. It was strange because in Nebraska, everyone is friendly. You can become someone's best friend by just being behind them in the supermarket. Thought Mormon Utah would be the same, but NOPE.