We first made the mistake of stopping at the shore of the Great Salt Lake, after which our magnificent future city is named.
It was gross.
The smell was horrible - the only real creatures of note that live in the lake are brine shrimp - brine flies then feed on the bodies of the brine shrimp that are lying dead on the shore and you can imagine the lovely aroma that is produced. Somehow there were people splashing around in the water.
We were quickly on our way to our original destination.
As we got next to the flats we pulled over in a rest stop. The salt was a blinding white and it was very surreal/scenic.
The wildfires in the North East added a bit of haze to the air and increased the other-worldlyness of it all.
MANDATORY CARTWHEEL PIC
The salt was very crunchy and endless.
We next drove over to the proper entrance to the Bonneville Salt Flats International Speedway.
The road went a few miles into the Flats before ending. Out here is where the Quick Car Men come to break land speed records when it's dry (although it's unfortunately been cancelled the last couple years due to moisture - thanks obama).
Breaking my own personal land speed record
Neat.
Big Ups to the fearless chariot that delivered us here.
After this adventure had concluded we opted to drive over the border into Wendover and buy some Nevada beer. We also stopped in one of their ~classy~ casinos and reeked of cigarettes after finishing a single Miller Lite.
10/10 would Salt Flat again.
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