Out to the Flats -- Wednesday/Thursday 5/19-20
Such a fascinating drive on I-80 east to Utah ... we love looking at mountains. Not so much the strip mining going on, as some conglomerate dismantles a mountain below. Our aim for the night was West Wendover, Nevada (Pacific time according to our atlas). As we approached "civilization," we were unimpressed with either West Wendover NV or Wendover Utah (Mountain time) ... each straddles the state line. The only difference we could see was the electrified casinos with their gaudy signs on the Nevada side.
We also wanted to visit the Historic Air Museum, but West Wendover wasn't on Pacific Time as we presumed; it was on Mountain time and we weren’t. Confusing. Upshot? The museum was closed for the day. A few vintage WW II buildings could be seen from driving around the airfield area.
Above and below: What caught our attention from the little we saw was the massive hanger above with the signboard in front, enlarged below. People of our generation know about the Enola Gay and her role in World War II. We had no idea of the part W. Wendover played in the war.
Row upon row of neglected WW II barracks were left to decay behind the chain link fence.
Jimmy, who's a real car racing fan, wanted to see Bonneville Flats, just a few miles into Utah. He hoped we could camp there. Imagine his amazement -- the salt flats looked like a vast lake, with a layer of water, barely a sheen where we stood on the access road (but beyond, we couldn’t tell, it looked deeper). Obviously no camping here! We ended up at Peppermill Casino RV parking -- boondock camping -- not the best because of road noise, but ear plugs work wonders. Not the most picturesque, either; in fact, the direct opposite from our previous night! We slept well anyway.
Crunchy salt crystals glistened in the sun. What an impressive sight.
Never thought I'd see Bonneville Flats!
We got going early Thursday morning, heading for Rockport State Park, near Park City, Utah. The first thing we saw on I-80 as we neared the salt flats desert was a caution sign: “High Wind Area.” No kidding! Jimmy was at the helm, trying to keep Tergel in the right lane; it was not a nice drive. A fierce headwind hit us like a fist, like running into a wall, holding us in place. Then the wind shifted to the south and tried to blow us into Idaho. And it blasted that way, right up to the state park.
And a little after lunch, we pulled into Twin Coves, a no-hookup campground, with level cement pads, water available in the c/g, and a dump station in the state park. Still being blown into Tuesday of next week, nevertheless, we were very happy to park Tergel and just sit all by ourselves up on a bluff. We paid our $42 for three nights, and now we don't have to worry about where to stay for the weekend. Tomorrow the park will probably fill up.