Rollin, rollin, rollin
We’re heading steadily eastward on I80, through Utah. Wyoming is a mere 20 miles away. We got on the road yesterday morning after Budget finally provided us with the dolly we needed to hitch our Prius to the truck. (Sidenote: if anyone knows anyone who needs a Prius, let’s talk…).
I continue to be in awe of the West. California is certainly in a class of its own, but Utah - wow. The Bonneville Salt Flats reminded me of an enormous beach at low tide. We stopped at a rest area to experience the flats, and the air was so fresh peaceful, even right off the Interstate. My favorite part, other than the overwhelming white flatness, was the little piles of rocks in myriad formations created by fellow travelers. From a heart, to JL+KB, to a very large penis, these rock messages reminded me that it’s not just us and truckers speeding along this transcontinental highway. We stopped for lunch just outside of Park City, where I was thrilled to find a Whole Foods. (The food options through Nevada were grim. I couldn’t even bite into my BK sandwich last night - yucka). I was hoping to run into a celebrity in the WF, but no such luck - just beautiful, healthy-looking ski bums and bunnies. As we left the pristine mountain area, I thought: why are we heading back to NYC??
Evan’s driving now. I was at the wheel this morning, but after a mini-freakout while going through Salt Lake City (city plus mountains plus a truck that won’t go above 50 on a hill equals terrifying), I made Evan take over. The thing that keeps me from being completely frightened of this ride is the thought of all the others who’ve made this trip with far less amenities and power than us. We are, after all, roughly following the Oregon Trail…and at least we don’t have to kill our own buffalo or fear that dreaded dysentery.
We’re in Wyoming now. Ranch country, feeling a lot more “wild west” than Utah. I’m glad we’re not in a covered wagon, but I kind of wish I had a cowgirl hat. Yippee ai yea!
