Today Dad promised me a shorter drive, and it was shorter, by an hour. Ten and a half hours all the way across Utah and Wyoming. We're staying with friends for the night near the Wyoming border in a lovely little Colorado town called Milliken.
My morning started out great. I went jogging in Wendover, very early (6:00am at the hotel and 5:00am a block away over the Utah/Nevada state line). It was so early, in fact, that the sun was just coming up over the desert. The sky was bright orange and I could see the towering silhouettes of rock formations in the distance. Simply breathtaking. It was only too bad that the artificial lights from the casinos were still flashing like mad.
Not to pass too blatant a judgment, but I-80 Utah is gorgeous. Especially having spent so many hours the previous day driving through Nevada. Gross. I saw the Great Salt Lake this morning for the first time, and I was surprised to see that at this time of year it isn't really much of a lake. There are some pretty wet, marshy areas, but most of the hundred miles we drove over it we just saw big sparkling salt flats, and high mounds of the stuff in places where it was being harvested.
The landscapes today were beautiful. Utah had big red rocks and lovely little towns. As we crossed the Rocky Mountains in Wyoming there were swooping hills, hay bails, and large patches of yellow daisies. It was magical.
Here's a note for the state of Wyoming, though; not enough rest areas on I-80! Dad and I drove for two hours searching for one. We were tired, achy, dehydrated, and above all, hungry. Lunch was very necessary. Luckily when we finally found one, it was clean and beautiful. There was even an antelope to watch while we ate. I added a picture of him, if you look closely you can see him standing out in the sage brush.
We're going through Nebraska tomorrow. Dad promises it will be a shorter day.
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The picture of you looks like you're singing Oklahoma. Guess that's the wrong state though. Heh.
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