Day one was uneventful driving from Woodland, Ca (hometown USA) all through Nevada right to the border of Utah. We stayed at Rainbow Hotel and Casino located smack dab in the middle of a giant salt flat area. We had a lovely dinner (no sarcasm here, really) and then retired to our room. We crashed at 10:30 p.m. and then we were jolted awake at 5:30 a.m. by the ridiculously loud fire alarm. So picture this, I'm limited to one foot right? so the piercing alarm sounds and I sit straight up and start looking for my crutches in the pitch dark room. It occurs to me that my nightie barely covers my ass so I also clumsily start to feel around for my suitcase and something to put on my bottom. In the back of my mind I'm thinking, "OMG, I'm on the third f'ing floor." Meanwhile Dean has jumped from the bed and is scurrying around in his birthday suit trying to figure out what that noise is. If it had been a real fire most likely we would have burned up. Turns out it was only a drunk guy believing that the entire 4 floors of hotel guests should have a 5:30 a.m. wake up call.
Needless to say, early start. We had a less than yummy breakfast at the Casino's 24 hour cafe (no surprise there) and hit the road. The pictures I'm posting are of the Bonneyville Salt Flat Raceway (or so Dean tells me). The shots are taken about 30 miles East of Wendover, Nevada off of I-80. We are actually in Utah. Dean pointed out the levity of the sign that reads, "no services ahead" out in the middle of the salt flats, no shit Sherlock. Anyway, the photos aren't great but they do depict the shear flat openness of the area.
Check in later for pictures of Utah and Wyoming taken out the car window at 75 miles per hours. Some of the photos I've actually used a new lens filter called smashed bug guts on the windshield filter.
Laughing out loud in the middle of my office! Can't wait to see your new filter at work.
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