After a delightful weekend with Aunt Flo and Uncle Jack, we left Salt Lake City and drove west across the vast flat land that was once the floor of Lake Bonneville to Great Basin National Park. Discovered that the road to the Bristlecone Pine Forest was closed due to the weekend’s snow and had to settle for a look at a thirty year old baby bristlecone and forego a look at the oldest living trees in the world. Then headed further west across US 50 to Reno, Nevada, on a beautiful moonlit night.
I LOVE that picture of the moon – so eerie and beautiful at the same time!