White Out

The Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. A lot of sun. A lot of white. A lot of pictures of Roy walking around. And not much else.

Shooting a commercial, probably.

Crunchy.

The salt flats, as stunning a sight as they are, aren't exactly a hub for activity, unless you came with the intention of breaking a land speed record. Given that we were driving my father's minivan full of the belongings deemed valuable enough to shlep home from New York, we passed on trying for the record books. So it was back to the road. The last leg of the trip went quickly.

We spent a final night in a small town, this one in Nevada. The next day I was home, with nothing but a pair of dusty boots to let you know I'd been anywhere at all. The trip was over. For good? For now.

Final tally: 4203.1 miles.