Thanks for all the nice words, this trip is super fun but also takes a lot of energy, doing this here is just a little bit of extra motivation to get those early starts every day.
Day 8: Utah, and then...
As usual I start the day off filling up my gas tank to the top, and I have finally found a gas pump that offers not a single octane type I get back home (which is 87, 89 and 93)
Like every other town in the rockies, cool scenery is just 3 minutes out of town.
Just 20 minutes after that I drive up onto a plateu, and the the light blue sky, flat desert-scape and cool weather(!) make it seem like I'm driving on another planet.
Its neat seeing a real oasis of sorts out here, every once and a while there will be a depression or even a lake studded with trees and green grass or crops. Being the rockies, of course there is another moutain pass to climb accompanied by another scenery change. It doesnt get tiring in the least going through the motions
Going over this pass drops you into a valley you could swear came right out of a water color. The ground was covered by a monocromatic pale green shrub and at the bottom was a very brilliant blue lake, the bluest water I've ever seen.
Mountain pass. Wash, rinse, repeat.
As I drive into the millionth unremarkable town along route 40, I spot what looks like a white plastic bag in the middle of the road. I wasnt going to try any sort of dodging manuver on a two lane street with oncoming traffic so I decide to just continue on, barraling down hill at 55mph. As I approach it dawns on me that the plastic bag is staying remarkably still even with traffic the other way buffeting it with gusts of wind. Then I realize its not a plastic bag but a white
construction helmet. With merely yards to go there is no swerving, hitting the helmet with my wheel would be even worse, I reason. And so, at full speed, I quickly say goodbye to my front bumper and run over the helmet. CRRRCHUNK, sssschhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......... I see bits and pieces fly out from my under my car through the rear view mirror and hear the sound of plastic grinding under the front of my car as I slow down to pull off the road. I jump out and round to look at my bumper, miraculously unscathed. I peak under and there is the helmet, cracked and wedged up between the oil pan and cross frame. I have to jack up the car to yank it out, then I toss the cracked in half helmet to the side of the road in good riddance.
I get back on the road and ponder for the next half hour how a 6 inch tall construction helmet lost to my 4 inch ground clearance fiberglass bumper. R40 finally turns into a 4 lane as I approach the last of the rockies east of Salt Lake city.
As I get back onto the same I-80 I left outside of Denver, there are various buildings and infrastructure improvements with signs from the winter Olympics they held in Salt Lake back in 2002 (hey thats when I started my first SR20 swap!). Soon enough I hit the outskirts of Salk Lake City Utah, the major road interchange in the state.
So what way do I turn? South to Las Vegas? East to Reno? No! Northward again, towards Idaho! I'm sad I couldn't see the salt flats, but the northern end of the salt lake basin is pretty and unique in its own way (with lots of farming, which surprised me)
I pass the border into Idaho and am shortly greeted with road construction as far as the eye can see. At least there was no suffering lost expectations on when it would end (never).
The cool thing about america's mountain regions like this is that no matter where you are, there is something cool to look at. Even this gas station...
I follow this cool old biker dude off the highway in Idaho Falls to change directions again, this time... EAST, BACK INTO THE ROCKIES!
Between town and the egde of the rockies, I see several farms and ranches for sale, so if anyone is looking for a 1600+ acre lot with a good view, now you know where to look.
Just as before, things start getting really cool as I pass over rivers and through valleys at the foot of the mountains.
Now, I don't pretend to be a pro with the camera, but I think this picture I shot, going 45 mph up a curve on a hill out my window, turned out pretty damn spectacular. I dunno what it is, just looked cool
As the mountain climbing starts in ernest, I spot some horses having a party next to a ravine. Are there wild horses up here?
Along the way I pass the border into Wyoming and the road starts getting down right vicious with incline and sharp curves.
I finally reach the summit of my 4th major hill climb, and of countless smaller ones, to peer down into Jackson Hole.
Its too bad there were quite a few cars on the road, the down hill had 5
miles of 10% down grade to carve up. Instead I had to follow this moron who rode his brakes the whole stinking way down. And I do mean stinking, his brakes were burning up pretty bad and thats all I could smell until we reached the bottom of the valley.
My actual campsite was 15 or so miles south of the town of Jackson (the whole valley is 'Jackson Hole'), but as a bonus I got to set up my tent only 15 or 20 yards from the Snake River. And the temperature was super cool out!
As I'm setting up camp some stranger comes up and we start talking. Turns out he needs a fourth person for rafting tomorrow and was wondering if I'd tag along. I don't know, I got a lot of miles to drive tomorrow and I've never been white water rafting... free did you say? Heck yeah I'll come! Plus I got invited for dinner, Its like Christmas in August.
