So I left San Franciso after meeting up with Peter at Escape From New York Pizza on Castro at 2pm. We took the 80 East after a quick stop in Emeryville for XM radio and some Trader Joe's groceries. We accidentally got on the 50 East in Sacramento, but didn't regret the detour past Bridal Veil Falls (stoped to gather evergreen branches) and a stop in Tahoe at Sprouts Cafe where the guy behind the counter was playing Spoon and singing along, even dancing along at some points. It was awesome. The food ws really good too. So if you find yourself in Tahoe, I recomend stopping there.
Around 11:15pm PST we found ourselves driving through Nightengale Natural Hotsprings. It's a field of hot springs sending up steam sigls to be illuminated against the hills and star filled sky by a honey colored moon. At firt glance they were slightly disconcerting. Like wild fire smoke collumns with no dancing yellow flames to be seen.
We were on the road again early this morning, tearing up the road to Salt Lake City. We drove across a beautifully martian landscape. Sun burning golden, trying to dispell the ice that lay over everything. We stopped at rest stop to brush teeth and stretch and pick leaves. Giant grins on our faces as we pretended we weren't cold and scraped the ice off the antena.
Soon after we drove through a giant cloud of mist. It was like approaching a sea and going into it. It blocked out the sun. The ground there was white with frost. The sun was reduced to a thin white star through the white semi-opaque air. It made the landscape even more alien.
We stopped on the last stretch of hills before the Nevada/Utah border, picking lots of the flowers and grasses we saw the whole way through the state. Right after the sign welcoming us to Utah, the time zone changed and the ground levelled out. We'd entered the great salt flats of the Evaporation Basin. We stopped on the side of the road to arrange stones on the white surface of the salt fields. They weren't quite as solid as we'd thought from the road, but it didn't stop us. 
Around 11:15pm PST we found ourselves driving through Nightengale Natural Hotsprings. It's a field of hot springs sending up steam sigls to be illuminated against the hills and star filled sky by a honey colored moon. At firt glance they were slightly disconcerting. Like wild fire smoke collumns with no dancing yellow flames to be seen.
We were on the road again early this morning, tearing up the road to Salt Lake City. We drove across a beautifully martian landscape. Sun burning golden, trying to dispell the ice that lay over everything. We stopped at rest stop to brush teeth and stretch and pick leaves. Giant grins on our faces as we pretended we weren't cold and scraped the ice off the antena.Soon after we drove through a giant cloud of mist. It was like approaching a sea and going into it. It blocked out the sun. The ground there was white with frost. The sun was reduced to a thin white star through the white semi-opaque air. It made the landscape even more alien.
We stopped on the last stretch of hills before the Nevada/Utah border, picking lots of the flowers and grasses we saw the whole way through the state. Right after the sign welcoming us to Utah, the time zone changed and the ground levelled out. We'd entered the great salt flats of the Evaporation Basin. We stopped on the side of the road to arrange stones on the white surface of the salt fields. They weren't quite as solid as we'd thought from the road, but it didn't stop us. 
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