Last night we decided that San Francisco was a good idea, so we hauled ass through Utah and Nevada in order to spend some time in the city. We left around 10am and made it to Salt Lake City in a few hours. Before we got there though, I received a speeding ticket. Unfortunately, Utahans don’t like to post speed limit signs frequently. I got pulled over for 44 in a 30. Ugh. Once we got to SLC we hit up the Gateway Shopping Center, a huge outdoor mall. The people there were weird though. I kept getting the feeling that everyone was giving us dirty looks. Like they didn’t want us in their state or something. Whatever.
On the way out of SLC we listened to Band of Horses “Great Salt Lake” as we passed…you guessed it… the Great Salt Lake. We then ran into a massive rainstorm, much like the one that we hit on the way out of Kansas. Once the weather cleared up, the terrain became a barren wasteland. I swear, Utah has every kind of scenery possible. On our trek through the state we came across pine-tree-covered mountains, rolling hills, wetlands, lakes, and desert. We came across the Bonneville Salt Flats and spent some time walking around on the salt. We left and soon crossed the state line into Nevada, which so far is empty fields, huge hills, and mountains. We stopped for some Burger King and grocery shopping. Hunter wanted to buy an action figure to fly out the window, but I wouldn’t let him. He then threw a temper tantrum in the checkout aisle of Albertson’s. I let him get a 50-cent figure instead. It has been flying out the window ever since, AKA 250 miles.
Fraser ended up getting tired so I took over the wheel again. I didn't mind driving, but driving through pitch-black Nevada countryside is rough, man. Depth perception gets thrown waayyy off. But lo and behold, Reno appeared out of nowhere, its casino lights drawing us in. Our hotel room reeks of weed, but whatever. We're exhausted. Time for sleep.
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