Finally left town! A few hours too late, but we are on the road in a glorious silver PT Cruiser which achieves an unprecedented 27.3 miles per gallon. If all goes well in about 809 miles we should be in Idaho couchsurfing at Steve's place!

Awake again!, took a disco nap through Sacramento to catch up on lost sleep last night, Alex drove and took this lovely photo. Lots of trees and skot informs me our heading is .01°H. Excellent!

finally we reached the summit! and without eating each other at that. stopped at the snow rest, found some relief and trekked out onto the snow for a quick snowball fight and some downhill sliding. tollef found a log bridge to an ice floe and promptly fell through some deep snow into the subzero water below! he was airlifted back to the pt cruiser for new socks and shoes. all the while skot invented a new olympic sport! Check out the highlights film.

stopped in sparks, nevada; for a sparks.

after hours of traversing the wild roads of nevada, looking for a sign. finally our prayers were answered.

we have made it about 400 miles and the front of our stylin' pt cruiser has a thick coating of bugs. winnemucca is the excitement epicenter of nevada, as they posses a true $1.00 store... it's not one of these, "everything is a dollar, except for things that aren't" kinda stores. this was a $1.00, period store.



we picked up 3 extra-amazing orange hats, 1 roll of double-sided tape and 360 green army men and twizzlers—basically we just got the necessities.



as winnemucca faded, we entered a land of land of grey rolling hills, that repeat on like a low end video game.

the sun sets over the dry valleys of northern nevada. our stealth like pt cruiser streaks across the desert like a silver bullet shot across the horizon of imagination. like the creatures of the desert released into the night, we come alive as darkness descends with the calls of the wild.

inside the beast of the pt cruiser we hunger for the spoils of the hunt to come. eating up road like a wolf feeds on it's prey we make our way to our destinies. the wind carries the sent of dinner as we arrive to unfamiliar hunting grounds. we are thirsty for blood. we target our prey and descend upon it like lions in for the kill.
the egg salad sandwiches had no chance as we torn them limb from limb. from the grotesque scene that ensued, one might think we enjoyed the act of slaying our prey more so than eating it.

pulled off the interstate to take a leak and ended up next to the creepiest mouse-infested abandoned building yet on this trip. cruised down the road a little further towards the skull valley indian reservation and promptly came to a sign stating "high level nuclear waste prohibited, except by permit". kinda worries me that this was so much of a problem that this sign became necessary. but also good to know for future reference that the dumping of low level nuclear waste is not prohibited. a look at the atlas told us that we were about 30 miles from the famed dugway proving ground home to america's chemical and biological open-air testing ground of the 1970s. time to get the hell out of here. on to salt lake!!


got to salt lake at about 4am, exhausted we found free wi-fi outside a muffler shop lobby and found a motel for the night. alex ordered a single room and we snuck in through the back door and passed out on the powerbook.

we wipe a drop of sweat from our brow as we leave the state that features a prison in Independence Valley and pass into the land of menlove in wendover, and mormons.

climbed out the motel room window to avoid the multiple occupancy fee and hopped in the PT. a quick look at the SLC map revealed that the gravestone of brigham young was downtown slc! a surefire tourist hotspot! should we brave the lines? is it worth the wait? no doubt! rolled over to b.y. and read the story of mormon on the plaque there, looks like they lost about 6000 people on the trip to slc, had they just waited a few years for that last golden spike to be laid on the transcontinental railroad, things might not of been so bad. we posed with the bronze statue of brigham then we off in search of breakfast. ended up eating a completely average and totally unremarkable meal at jb's restaurant on temple square and then got the hell out of utah, heading towards the untold potato glory of idaho!