Hi, all. Being a retiree means having too much time on your hands, so CC kicked me out of the house and I’m on my way to see my sister in Delaware. Woo. I’m trying to do a travel log, but don’t expect much. I’m driving by myself, so I can’t really spend a lot of time playing tourist. Maybe on the way back.
The end of Day One has me spending the night in Park City, Utah which is just east of SLC. Impressions so far:
Did you know Nevada is big? From California to Utah, that 400+ miles over Interstate 80. Sheesh and Yikes. Fortunately, our state leader wisely set the speed limits to correspond, so legally going 80mph is fun. I never went any higher. ✋✋✋
Open Nevada spaces just feel like home, and surprise, they’re not exclusively brown. A lot of green fields that will probably fade to brown, but right now, so nice. Thank you, Big Winter.
Orange Cone Season, but why put out five miles of cones east of Fernley and close a lane, but not be doing anything?
Fernley: your road signage sucks. Travelers should easily enter your town from the south and segue across the bridge to the freeway, but no. There is no sign at the bridge that points to I-80. Fix that.
Battle Mountain, never change. You’re the perfect sweet little Nevada town. Same for Elko.
Traveling secret: The Mavericks in Wendover has the best hot hogs. I got one off the rollers that must have been there all day. Also, if you have seen Wendover lately, they got some big-ass casinos that would blend in on Virginia Street in Reno just fine.
More Big Winter: The Bonneville salt flats are a big lake right now. Maybe that happens every year, but lots of water for miles in every direction. The tiny “High Wind Warning” signs are like Post-it Notes: by the time we notice them, we already know what’s happening. The big rigs were snaking across the flats until we hit the mountains.
That’s all for now. Hopefully I’ll post again when I hit Ogallala. I mention it in one of my books. TTFN.
