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After driving several hours on Nevada’s Route 93 South (click here), my husband and I came to our first town, Ely. We stopped at the only hotel we saw, a Holiday Inn Express, but they had no un-booked rooms that evening. The front desk person there told us a Ramada…
Having just landed in Salt Lake City earlier that morning, my husband and I had covered a lot of ground in the past six hours, making multiple stops in the city before heading west to the Bonneville Salt Flats (click here). Located close to the Nevada border, we found Route…
Leaving the Bonneville Salt Flats (click here), my husband decided to stop at the nearby Wendover Travel Center in Tooele, Utah. He had seen online that this store sells Salt Flats t-shirts and he wanted to check them out. While I waited in the car, I received a text message from…
It is summer, but soon it will be Labor Day, before we know it, time to deck the halls. With this in mind, I want to share a new discovery with you now so that you can plan ahead as we approach the holiday season. Have you visited a place…
I am a Sweaty Betty. Always have been, always will be. I don’t know if it’s an official gene, but I got it from my father who was the same way. Though there is no cure for the condition, there is a treatment: air blowing on my face. It doesn’t…
About 100 miles west of Salt Lake City near the Nevada border are the Bonneville Salt Flats. They are a densely packed 46-square-mile salt pan, a vestige of Pleistocene Lake Bonneville. The massive prehistoric lake covered much of the Great Basin region roughly 12,000 to 32,000 years ago. As the…
The Salt Lake Tabernacle (formerly called the Mormon Tabernacle) is located on Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was built between 1863 and 1867 by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Its exterior is striking, both in size and its castle-like appearance. As for the interior,…
About half an hour west of Salt Lake City, my husband began to see small collections of water close to the road. A nearby railroad causeway was blocking the view on its other side. There was no signage, but as we continued to see the pools of water, it was…
My relationship and love of libraries started at a very young age. My mom and I would walk to the library in our town, housed in a very old 3-story building whose floors were so warped and crooked you could almost read the titles on the shelved vertical spines without…
I once again have led my long-suffering husband to new treasures along the highways and byways of this great country. I never tell the poor man where we are going, I navigate us to the address, telling him to be on the lookout for anything “unusual.” Mister Rain is not…
