October 8 - 401 miles - 33.7 mpg
We stood the two large suitcases upright on each side of the car and bungeed their handles to the grab handles in the car's ceiling so as to keep them from shifting around. Better use of space and,more importantly, made room for Cricket's bed between the suitcases, right behind our seats - he's pleased as punch, looking at the road over our shoulders from his cush "dog-bird" seat. (However, when Pam is riding shotgun he often sneaks forward and into her lap - a real wuss.)
Here we are in front of "Wendover Will" - a sign created for the long gone Stateline Casino in West Wendover, Nevada in 1952. It's now the landmark for the town. Pure class.
This haunted house was near the freeway entrance in Salt Lake City. We had stopped for a break at (drumroll please) Starbucks.
On the desolate freeway to Salt Lake City. Miles and miles of dried salt flats and salt marshes.
Exciting driving moment of the day: We were exiting I-80 on a long curving ramp feeding into Highway 40 at a good clip. Directly ahead of us was a sort of Gypsy-like truck/camper contraption that looked like something out of "Mad Max". Suddenly the left rear of the vehicle dropped to the concrete roadway, showers of sparks flew all about and with a deep groove in the concrete trailing it, the truck scraped its way along toward the side of the road. Simultaneously, the tire shot away from the truck at full speed, rocketing across a narrow median and into two lanes of the ramp used by vehicles traveling from Highway 40 to I-80. Very luckily, no cars were coming toward us so the tire's path was unimpeded until it bounced off a retaining wall. The entire episode left us with several "what ifs" to ponder. Fortunately we each had a Starbucks to suck on to relieve the tension.
We arrived at our hotel in Vernal, Utah at 5pm.
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