Brian's job took him to Salt Lake City this summer and I went along for the ride. While there we went to the Olympic training ground in Park City, high in the mountains above Salt Lake. We watched ski jumpers of all ages practicing on ramps and a swimming pool. Then Brian got to ride in a bobsled (a wheeled practice type, not on ice), the same kind the Olympic athletes use. It went something like 90 miles an hour and he loved every minute. Below he's helping get another team started.
We spent one afternoon in Salt Lake itself. It is an interesting experience to say the least. The beaches were nearly deserted. The water was bath-water warm, brimming with brine shrimp so thick you felt like a dumpling in a seafood stew. Brine flies swarmed above the surface of the water and you could float on the top of the water with zero effort.
Salt Lake had many fascinating buildings and Brian and I only got to see a fraction of them.
Fires followed us for the whole trip. This huge one was near the Idaho-Utah border and it stopped interstate traffic for nearly two hours. It was burning right up to an overpass we were parked near and gawkers taking photos were as interesting as the fire itself.
This fire surrounded the town of Shoshone the night before we arrived. Brian's grandma was born there so it was our halfway overnight point. In the background you can see the city, an oasis of green surrounded by ash.
Barber, outside of Boise in Idaho. Brian's grandma lived here in her childhood and we tried to find the homestead, to no avail.
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