Time to boogie so we can make this wedding. Idaho is pretty sweet though. Never knew. I feel as though it may just be a hidden jewel.
Painted on clouds.
Nevada on the other hand….ooffff….bruuutaaalllll. (We pulled into Salt Lake late at night crashed, then left her in the morning like a jilted lover. Sorry Salty, it was good for us, was it good for you?)
Back to Nevada. Now, I know there’s at least one desert lover out there amongst you, and he knows who he is, but I don’t know how anyone lives in that purgatory. I mean desolate, hot, not-meant-for-human-consumption landscape. Sometimes pretty, in an isn’t that interesting from my air conditioned car perspective, but when we pulled into a little town – and they are few and faaar between – for gas or a bite, I couldn’t help but look at the locals and think “what the hell are you doing here?” When even the locals have nasty sunburns you know you don’t want any part. If, on top of that, the military uses your state as its designated “let’s blow shit up” area, Bro….move.
But, to each his own (I can recommend some movers).
The Great Salt Lake – really a lake, and really salty it turns out. Go figure.
Salt anyone?
Check out the industrious parents – warming the baby’s cereal in the desert sun.
Intense sunset driving into Reno. Gambling towns tend to turn both of us off, so we ditched the plan to stay the night in Reno and drove the extra hour to the north side of Lake Tahoe. Seems to be a good move…
