Comparing our plane flight to the misery of the Mormons struggling with lunacy and adversity, makes whining about air travel rather trivial... But, when you are our age, and must run at full gallop across the Denver terminal and are asked to pay! Yes, pay! For peanuts, m&m's... You either laugh( we did) or curse the airline industry( we did). We touched down in Salt Lake City 7:45 local time. Rental car agency had a small compact instead of Tahoe, gas guzzling camping SUV we had reserved. This was all sorted out by 11:00p local time. Early morning for the KY immigrants. We pitched our tent on a grassy, rose laden spot with snowy mountains and clear, cool night air enveloping our weary souls. Sleep came quickly.
Morning brought bright blue skies and a great coffee shop. We found Whole Foods, State Liquor and ice... We have provisions galore. We drove west to the Bonneville Salt Flats. A sight to behold! We'll be in far western Nevada on the Pauite Indian Reservation tonight. Pyramid Lake. I suspect we'll be cold, cold tonight. We have chili for dinner and a bottle of wine and each other. Guess that will be enough.
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Sweet, it's beautiful, no matter the temp. I do think it will make a warm piece of pie here even better. Be safe. I think I have a magic spot for your tent, even though Martyn disagrees. I will leave it up to you too.
Chile, a bottle of wine, and thou...sounds perfect to me!
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