Salt Lake City

Blinding rain and side winds made it a rough ride. The rain itself, not so bad, but the water kicked up by big rigs and cars could bring the visibility down to zero.

I’ve always thought going to Salt Lake City would be like going to Oz.

And the road from Pequop Summit to the city was nearly that. Blinding rain and side winds made it a rough ride. The rain itself, not so bad, but the water kicked up by big rigs and cars could bring the visibility down to zero.

My whole ride across the lake was this – gray and windswept. The white salt was glowing and visible only a hundred yards from the edge, and the road ahead simply disappeared into murkiness. I had to pull over more than once to wait for a hole in the traffic, then I’d shoot off and try to keep distance between me and other vehicles. There was nowhere to go out there, no shelter whatsoever. It was GREAT!

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Wendover – The Nevada/Utah line.

I’ve never seen so much beauty as I did on the road from Reno to here. The landscape is a succession of basins that varied in color and pattern as much as Indian pottery. The only thing common between them was how vast and flat was the floor, which ended with an upheaval of mountains on the rim of the horizon, all still garnished with snow.

I still haven’t been to see the Great Wizard yet, but I checked the website – temple opens at 10:oo am.

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I-80 near Elko, Nevada (Photo credit below).