Jackson principally turned out to be the town of Vincent's awful haircut. Having been teased by Mickey on route for looking like a Weasley twin (and rightly so), Vincent figured it high time to cut the blonde locks, and leave his Hogwarts fame behind him. Unfortunately, Jackson is a charming Western town and not notable renowned for it's barbers.
On the road again....our next destination? Salt Lake City, Utah. A quick dip into Idaho and strangely back into Wyoming (Just ticking off states left, right and centre in this badass Sunfire). We made it to the hideous Salt Lake City. The City itself was monstrous in size and looks alike. A rather quick unanimous decision not to stop here was proceeded with my individual decision to visit the salt flats. A mere 180k out of the way. Followed by a mere 180k back down the same stretch of highway, back to city we had all so abruptly despised. Pressure was on. Salt flats had to be good. I felt the tension rise in the Sunfire for the first time this trip..... simply eradicated with my promise to lick the salt. Perks of travelling solely with boys; easily amused and quickly distracted. Luckily the salt flats were well worth the detour, and actually a whole bunch of fun. A vast expanse of salt crunches underfoot and spreads way out of sight to the foot of the remote mountains. Crispy and crumbly close up but smooth and sleek into the distant. It's a place like no other. I also kept my promise much to the boys amusement. Little do they know I've yet to completely erase the pungent salty taste that now lingers in my mouth after every meal, I fear I may have damaged my tastebuds forever.
Salt Lake City then turned into the inescapable City. Probably because we were all so hasty to shun this infamous location but Ive also no doubt was helped by Vincent's wrong turn. We continued to drive late into the night, passing through towns like the top hat on a Monopoly board. We speedily reached Mount Pleasant, which was pleasant right up until we saw a gang of youths with what looked like a handgun, probably just candy but you never know. "Shall we continue to the next town?". And so we did. Tom's predictable directions of 'next right', did surprisingly steer us back onto the night road. We fortunately found an open motel soon after and were not forced to face our feared dilemma of either pitching up our tents in a field or driving continuously through the night.
Rested and refreshed we awoke. Straight back into the Sunfire we returned. It wasn't long until we reached the Red Canyon. (Which I believed to be Bryce Canyon the whole time we were there). The boys effortlessly free ran around this playground, rocks falling and tumbling aggressively underfoot as they hoped, skipped and jumped their way about these red ravines and gullies. I, however, took a less elegant approach. You could find me struggling, anxious and clinging petrified to any solid formation I could reach as I attempted to amble up the boy's chosen path. They did come and rescue me but it's never a dignified look as Ryan drags my whole being up the side of a rock while Vincent is pushing whole heartedly on my bottom. It's a good job these boys know me well.
Paige, Arizona was next on our hit list. The journey here was nothing but rash last minute decisions. Decisions that led to us turning around and stopping time and time over. Our failure to be on the ball as it were also led to Vincent winning all in car games. We shall not hear the last of this. It was during this ill-considered decision making that we took a turn to visit the 'lone rock'. Unbeknown to us it was in fact in a national park. We were unable to hide the unmistakable puzzled expressions we subsequently wore in light of the wardens next remark..... 'Be careful in the sand'. We couldn't help but laugh as we drove our Sunfire down onto the beach. It's a a holiday for us all.
On the road again....our next destination? Salt Lake City, Utah. A quick dip into Idaho and strangely back into Wyoming (Just ticking off states left, right and centre in this badass Sunfire). We made it to the hideous Salt Lake City. The City itself was monstrous in size and looks alike. A rather quick unanimous decision not to stop here was proceeded with my individual decision to visit the salt flats. A mere 180k out of the way. Followed by a mere 180k back down the same stretch of highway, back to city we had all so abruptly despised. Pressure was on. Salt flats had to be good. I felt the tension rise in the Sunfire for the first time this trip..... simply eradicated with my promise to lick the salt. Perks of travelling solely with boys; easily amused and quickly distracted. Luckily the salt flats were well worth the detour, and actually a whole bunch of fun. A vast expanse of salt crunches underfoot and spreads way out of sight to the foot of the remote mountains. Crispy and crumbly close up but smooth and sleek into the distant. It's a place like no other. I also kept my promise much to the boys amusement. Little do they know I've yet to completely erase the pungent salty taste that now lingers in my mouth after every meal, I fear I may have damaged my tastebuds forever.
Salt Lake City then turned into the inescapable City. Probably because we were all so hasty to shun this infamous location but Ive also no doubt was helped by Vincent's wrong turn. We continued to drive late into the night, passing through towns like the top hat on a Monopoly board. We speedily reached Mount Pleasant, which was pleasant right up until we saw a gang of youths with what looked like a handgun, probably just candy but you never know. "Shall we continue to the next town?". And so we did. Tom's predictable directions of 'next right', did surprisingly steer us back onto the night road. We fortunately found an open motel soon after and were not forced to face our feared dilemma of either pitching up our tents in a field or driving continuously through the night.
Rested and refreshed we awoke. Straight back into the Sunfire we returned. It wasn't long until we reached the Red Canyon. (Which I believed to be Bryce Canyon the whole time we were there). The boys effortlessly free ran around this playground, rocks falling and tumbling aggressively underfoot as they hoped, skipped and jumped their way about these red ravines and gullies. I, however, took a less elegant approach. You could find me struggling, anxious and clinging petrified to any solid formation I could reach as I attempted to amble up the boy's chosen path. They did come and rescue me but it's never a dignified look as Ryan drags my whole being up the side of a rock while Vincent is pushing whole heartedly on my bottom. It's a good job these boys know me well.
Paige, Arizona was next on our hit list. The journey here was nothing but rash last minute decisions. Decisions that led to us turning around and stopping time and time over. Our failure to be on the ball as it were also led to Vincent winning all in car games. We shall not hear the last of this. It was during this ill-considered decision making that we took a turn to visit the 'lone rock'. Unbeknown to us it was in fact in a national park. We were unable to hide the unmistakable puzzled expressions we subsequently wore in light of the wardens next remark..... 'Be careful in the sand'. We couldn't help but laugh as we drove our Sunfire down onto the beach. It's a a holiday for us all.
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