Love-Bugged Bear

Andy Clarke

This morning we set out from West Wendover, in far eastern Nevada and headed west across the salt flats towards Salt Lake City.

Moriah, behind the desk of the West Wendover KOA campground (I refuse to spell it with a k), wasn’t much use in telling us the best place to see the flats — stopping on the side of the interstate was her best advice — so instead we took a chance at the exit for the Bonneville Raceway.

It was a good call. The road off the freeway took two turns, then two miles down we were right on the edge of the salt flats, shimmering white in the sun as far as you can see. This was the place to get a tan, bright sunlight reflecting all around, making it impossible not to wear sunglasses.

A bus full of Japanese came and went, as did a few cars and motorcycles. I was aching to break some kind of speed record and when nobody else was in sight, I ached more to slip the RV onto the salt just long enough for Purple Haze to play out. Maximum speed? 0. I chickened out. Now that must be some kind of record.

We slipped back onto i80 for another 123 miles towards Salt Lake City, many of them dead straight. Honestly, I could have left the wheel and slipped into the back to make a cup of tea, drunk it, nipped to the loo and still have been back behind the wheel before the next bend.

Before Salt Lake City, we headed south to a spot high on Alex’s list of geology must sees, the Bingham Canyon Mine. This open cast mine is a big arsed hole in the ground

Gleesome Threesome

Route i80, 201, 111, 48
Miles driven 123
Campground Pony Express, Salt Lake City, Utah
Tune of the day Purple Haze by Jimmy Hendrix

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