The Great Salt Lake used to be far greater and Lake Bonneville is the name given to the most recent ancient lake that sat here. (Compare and contrast wandering across most of the desert before breakfast with Mark Train's account of coming across a very similar route in a stagecoach in Roughing It, chapter 18.) It's a good spot to take in Lake Bonneville. I stopped for breakfast at the rest area about ¾ of the way between ranges.
So having not seen the lake again, I got up with the first of the light and started heading west across the first stretch of desert with the sun rising in my rearview mirror. This seems like at least a little of that stink, which is odd because I thought it was too salty for fish. I read about the Salton Sea before I started this trip in February, how it comes and goes and when it goes, it is a ecological disaster as it becomes too salty for the fish that somehow came to it. When the 18 wheelers passed, I couldn't even see the road in the splash. But I came across in the dark in a torrential rain. I meant to have a look at the Great Salt Lake as I drove by, and how could I not? I-80 rides right on top of it for miles.
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