We crossed the expanse of dust and rock between the Sierra and Wabash ranges that makes up most of Nevada and Utah yesterday. The day started in Reno at Peg's Glorified Ham and Eggs, my favorite pre-Burning Man Breakfast spot.
Peg's Huevos & Chef George's Eggs Benedict
When we reached Pyramid Lake on the Paiute Indian Reservation north of Reno, the air was clear and the lake was so blue. White Pelicans circled in the air.
Interesting history...
Incredibly blue water...
But on the Playa of the Black Rock Desert, where Burning Man is held each year, a dust storm occluded all vision and the wind roared as I've never experienced it before. As soon as my mom stepped out of the car, her hat was carried away by the gale. I chased after it for a quarter mile before the alkaline dust seared my lungs. Another casualty. In the desolation, I thought of Dan and the fact that his body was cremated around that time on Wednesday.
Fighting the storm...
Family on the Playa...
We made good time to Salt Lake City. After ten hours in the car I had to get away so I walked around the Temple Square and downtown area of this strange city.
Mormon statue of Mother and Son...
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