Our original plan for this trip was to camp on Stansbury Island, the second largest island in the Great Salt Lake. As we drove around it there was barely any land that wasn't private. We finally found a small canyon area but there were weirdos target practicing at the base WHICH IS ALWAYS UNSETTLING and everything was just "eh".
Uninspired.
There were some interesting purple views of the Great Salt Lake at the shoreline though.
We decided to cut our losses and find something new. We considered a few different places but ultimately decided to return to the Salt Flats near Wendover, NV and find some abandoned BLM land to pitch our tent on.
It felt very abandoned although we could still see I80 in the distance.
We would have hiked down to the salt flats but they were probably a good mile and a half downhill and returning up sounded shitty. Plus, we'd already been there. Instead we decided to head further into no man's land up through the hills behind us.
Dale's Pale Ale was the official sponsor of this camping trip.
Extremely untouched. There were no traces of humans, no animals, and no insects. Bizarre land.
The Copper Ally.
As the sun started to set we headed back to camp for our traditional drunken sing-a-long. It was a nice perk to weird-ass-location camping to not have it be freezing cold at night like it is in the mountains.
And then we woke up to a flat tire that Brian heroically fixed.
Also, Wendover is disgusting.
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