Hot, scorching sun baked the flats the day we went. I anticipated this stop more than any others Fred and I planned on our road trip. The feel of the place was as I hoped it would be, and I had some installations to create on the bottom of ancient Lake Bonneville.
There is a road a ways out onto the flats that vehicles are to stay on. Driving on the wet salt in the winter and spring damages the fragile surface. I was irritated by the amount of deep ruts I had to walk through, left behind by people who care only to do what they want with no consideration for the land, as I walked north toward the mountain range.