Day 38
Wednesday 1st August
We pay a final visit to the spectacle by morning light but we have to get downhill fast as Lisa is very unwell. We return the way we came the day before. Downhill for well over a hundred miles we decide to cross the Nevada desert by the lowest route, the interstate from Salt lake city to Reno. Making good time and still going down fast we truck on at 60mph for the full 250 miles and arrive at Salt lake city to meet the evening rush hour on a 14 lane highway with twisting loops above and below us. We punched the coordinates of a Kampsites Of America into George and followed a red line that threaded through the chaos and led us to the kamp. Lisa recuperated while I took advantage of the free mormon tourist bus which took me to a guided tour of Mormon Central. Lots of smiles, white shirts, long skirts and ugly shoes but very friendly people with a secure place in the universe. No records for Yanavicius. The buildings were an incredible effort from a few hundred pioneers, many of whom pushed heavy handcarts across the prairie from St Louis. The rand churches were created from what was available close by, the marble columns and oak pews both made from cunningly painted pine. A swim in the pool and a soak in the hot chlorine tub before bed to lie awake serenaded by trains blasting their horns in the marshalling yard upriver.