A fortnight ago I took my camera to work with me, so I could go somewhere and take photos afterward. I didn’t really have a plan. I figured I’d decide that when the time came. After 8 hours of technical writing genius, I filled up my gas tank and just headed out. Since I already work on the west side of the valley, I decided to go even further west. Near Tooele, there’s a scenic pull-out that you can access if you are headed west on I-80. I didn’t know about it until I came upon it, but since I can’t resist a scenic pull-out, I immediately pulled over. It boasts a beautiful view of the Great Salt Lake, which was all misty and gorgeous.
As I was enjoying the view, two cars with teenage boys showed up. They started shooting bb guns into the lake and kind of ruined the moment. (Plus, I’m a little scared of teenage boys with bb guns), so I decided it was time to keep going. I thought about going as far as the salt flats, which I have been dying to see (can you believe I have never been out there?), but I wasn’t sure if I’d make it there before the sun set. It was already getting dark.
So I pulled off the Dugway exit. I don’t know what I expected to find in Dugway, but why not? I drove south toward Dugway, and the road was so pretty.
By this time, I had already been driving for about an hour. I didn’t have any cell reception, and I was in the middle of nowhere. I hate to say it because I like to think of myself as an independent adventurer, but I actually started to get a little nervous. What if my car broke down? What if I got a flat tire? What if I was out taking photos and someone kidnapped me off the side of the road? (you know how thought leads to crazy thought), and I didn’t even know what I’d find in Dugway. Oh, and I was starting to get really hungry, so I decided to turn around and head back home.
On the way home, I caught a glimpse of the sunset over the lake, and I was totally kicking myself for timing everything all wrong and missing it. I decided to try and get to the scenic pull-out again (and hope the bb-shooting teenagers were gone). But remember how you have to be heading west to access it? And I was going east? Well, I took a really long detour to head back west so I could get to the pull-out. By the time I got there, it was almost too late. Almost.
It was really nice to go for a long drive. I listened to music and thought about how wonderful it is to live in the West again. I just love the vastness of it all. I drove for an hour and couldn’t get anywhere. But in the future, I might want to plan things a little better.