The Salt Flats
Camping on a primative site of rocks near Bonneville salt flats north of West Wendover, Nevada, USA
Baron land outside Wendover (with moths) to somewhere near Bountiful Peak
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Day 29 - Salt Lake City. I rose from my moth bed and went to the Bonneville Salt Flats a scene of many land speed record attempts including Kiwi Burt Munro or “the worlds fastest Indian”. I met a man who fashions his own long-bow who told me to head up a mile to run on the hard caked salt flat. It ran as far as the eye could see so I headed on to the appropriately named Salt Lake City. The Mormon home is carefully situated in a mountain valley protected by the salt flats. The Mormons were targeted and settled here, the influence strong in the temple structures and perfectly manicured lawns. I had coffee where the girls offered “nothing to do” in SLC. It proved untrue as I climbed Skyline Drive, a dirt road frequented by ATVs. Here I found hunters, kids target shooting, para-gliders and more. There were a lot of guns. There were some boys throwing clay targets off the mountain. They looked at me as I passed - smiles across their faces. I continued to find a single track dirt road while searching for a campground overlooking the flats to see the sunset. I found a hunter named TJ, with bow in hand in fatigues searching for a buck, showed me a hidden spot nearby. After setting up camp, I went to an overlook, ate nachos and listened to Eddie Vedder. I wondered if life could get any better than this.