Today was National Don't Bother Turning the Steering Wheel Day. If you missed it, it's probably just as well, because most of you live somewhere where they have curves in the roads Not here. Here, I could have lashed down the wheel, stomped on the the gas pedal, and taken a nap. It's that straight. OK, I did make a left turn at Wendover, but you get the idea. Tomorrow I am traveling on what is supposed to be "The Lonliest Road in America." ot sure how a road can get lonlier than the one between Wendover and Ely, but I guess we'll find out tomorrow.
Here we are at Bonneville Salt Flats. Yes it's flat, exccept for the curvature of the earth. And, yes, it's salty. I tasted it. Very salty. No, we didn't drive on it. It is a crust of salt, with water under it, so, like ice on a frozen lake, it can give way if you find a thin spot and down you go. Besides, Bergy gets enough salt in his diet with the winters we have in eastern Pennsylvania. Other than a couple of large plaques and a diner/gas pump/postcard rack, there wasn't anything in the way of info about Bonneville or the speed records set there as far back as the 30s. Maybe Wendover has something, but they don't talk about it much if they do.
Tomorrow is all Nevada, 200+ miles of lonely Route 50. We'll see....
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