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Monday, August 15, 2005


Day 26: Utah --> Home

After nearly a month, more than 8500 miles, some $500 worth of gas, 28 states, the District of Columbia, and Ontario, we’re on I-680 at last. (I figure I should write in the car at least once, since that’s where I’ve been spending most of my time lately.) At Emily’s request, “Do You Know the Way to San Jose” is playing. I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to get to the Santa Clara Valley. 26 more miles! Whoo!

Keeping this blog updated every day turned out to be more difficult than I had anticipated. Nonetheless, I have a very good idea of what should have been posted on the missing days, as well as those with lean entries. I’ll be adding those entries using the dates they should have appeared on.

I’ve also got some general thoughts about the country after seeing so much of it, and I plan to write about them soon.

For tonight, though, all that will have to wait. I’ll post this entry when we get home, but we’ve got a cat to reintroduce ourselves to. That, and a place to sleep that’s ours for more than one night.

Addendum 8-18-05: Utah! The state spelled with an exclamation point!

No doubt about it, Utah is a breathtaking place. But by plastering Utah! all over the license plates and maps, the state just sounds breathless. They should let the scenery speak for itself.

The day we crossed Utah was not the clearest, so the scenery, while impressive, did not make for awesome shots. To give you an idea, here’s a formation called the San Rafael Swell, near Capitol Reef.

San Rafael Swell

On the western edge of the state, west of the Great Salt Lake, lie the utterly incredible Bonneville Salt Flats, where land-speed records are set. We were in a rush to make it home, but the sight of cars racing in the distance made us exit the freeway for a closer look. (Admittedly, I had dreams of pushing the Civic to its limits on the salt.) When entry to the speedway turned out to be $10 a head, we turned around, but not before examining the vast salinity of it all.

No salt angels for you

Emily refused to lie down and make salt angels for the camera.

No salt angels for you

Salty? Yes. Flat? Surprisingly not.