The Bonneville Salt Flats don’t begin to dissipate until near the Nevada border.
One flies along the Interstate as the town of Wendover, nearly twenty miles away, appears in the distance. Nothing dares to grow on this hostile plain. Look closely and one will notice the tracks of automobiles peeling away from the highway, heading straight into a colorless void that resembles freshly-fallen snow. One enters an epic salt pan, completely flat and stretching practically as far as the eye can see towards the base of jagged mountains on the far horizon ( map). Streaks of white appear along the ground, gradually growing into patches, then into the dominant feature. The terrain begins to change, starts to flatten-out. Something strange looms in the Utah desert along Interstate 80 west of the Great Salt Lake, about an hour-and-a-half outside of Salt Lake City. A Short Video I Took on the Bonneville Salt Flats
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