Having passed through Salt Lake City, I came once again to a rather curious building I am fond of at the foot of the Great Salt Lake. This structure, which has the visual characteristics of a sultan's palace, was evidently an entertainment complex by the lake at one time. Now, it is all but deserted, with the exception of an information booth inside. In the past this must have been a really nice place to come and visit. Now it is home to lots of flies and spiders, especially the two railway cars along side that once were shopping boutiques.

Approaching the Nevada border, all one can see is a flat white plain, lined by mountains. This turned out to be the legendary Bonneville salt flats, home to many land speed record holders. I knew something was special about this place when I saw the odd upright sculpture sitting in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't long before I found a rest stop, so I decided to pull in and take a quick peek. There were a number of people out walking around on the totally white ground, which I soon discovered was pure salt. No one had their shoes on, seeing that such salt would slowly eat through the soles of their shoes and the carpet in their cars.

I got out, took my sandles off and carefully went for a stroll. To my surprise the ground was very cool, in spite of the terribly hot weather. After a brief walk and a talk with another curious family, I rinsed off my feet and headed on my way.

Soon I crossed the Nevada border which is marked by a giant glowing cowboy. This friendly figure exists to help travelers find their way to the nearby casinos and hotels that Nevada business owners have thoughtfully provided.