On August 4th, I flew to Salt Lake City to attend the Outdoor Retailer trade show. After three days of walking around the convention center, I was more than ready to be outside. In my friend’s borrowed car, I drove the wrong way and ended up at Saltair, where I turned off on to the freeway access road. I stopped frequently to look, to fiddle with the camera. After finding the way north again, I continued to Antelope Island State Park. I shot a handful of pictures of the cracked asphalt, the dry sage, the blue, blue sky. I had a fully charged camera and a backpack full of snacks. The park was hot and uncrowded, it smelled of dust and heat and salt. There were buffalo resting in the grass like discarded shag carpets, the air was checkerboard with swallows. I was alone. It was a great afternoon.
I’ve always wanted to go to the show–jealous you got to attend! We were in SLC in May for the first four days of our road trip and it rained and thundered and lightninged…and then SNOWED. The only real “local” thing I got to do was sing with the Mormon Tabernacle (though I’m not sure how many locals actually get to do that, as the selection process is tedious!).