Bonneville Salt Flats look more like a lake on what was supposed to be the first day of races...
The race car drivers get registered and are eager to hear the offical word on if they'll be completely rained out or not.
Fine tuning the mean machines after their long journey from the north...
Allan covers his air filter with a drum cymbal...
...and Tony's grin is from ear to ear...
Lucky found a new medium...
...and the Vibe is on the scene...
...along with a bevy of other beauties...
The sun is hot and the landscape goes on forever...
Down the road the Salt Flats are already dry...
It's neither sand nor dirt but, this salt will do just fine...
Billy loves it, too...
Reminiscent of a frozen Minnesota lake in January...
The terrain is very deceiving and dangerous. Word about town is that a young couple went out driving the 159 square miles of uninhabitable land. They had car trouble. Six months later only their bare skeletons were found...
Weird, this scene is all too familiar, but it is salt, not snow. It is 80 degrees and no windchill...
Then, suddenly you feel as though you are on a Caribbean island...
There is this man-made lake of sorts. All salt. Not sure what it is used for...
Lucky found the salt balls useful for throwing...
The Metaphor Tree of Utah...
Later that evening, back at camp, Lucky formed his very first bromance. Tony, Allan, Mike J. and their hot rods.
A dude's paradise...
We cooked ribs. Outlaw style.
Into the night, Lucky played in the dirt...
...and obsessed about this big giant desert spider...
The next day, we heard that earlier in the week a couple black widows were spotted in this very same spot...
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