We Spit In The Face of Death

Another 7 hour drive ahead on Sunday – Baker City, Oregon to Ely, Nevada. Staying tonight at the Jailhouse Motel. Excited as hell.

So there we were, just cruising along the highway, minding our own business, at the posted 80mph (128 kph) entering Boise, when the little yellow car which had been sitting next to us for about 3 miles, decides to quickly come over into our lane. As I reacted, verbally, Terry jerked the wheel hard right, causing us to swerve into the other lane. Luckily there wasn’t one of the many many semis we saw or even a car or we would have definitely been roadkill. It was the closest I have ever been to being killed (as opposed to just dying, but that is an old story). Thank goodness for Terry’s most excellent driving skills.

Last year when we came home from Arizona we drove straight north through Nevada and loved the drive so we decided to drive that way again. However, as we turn off 84 on to 93, BIG sign saying 93 is closed due to flooding south of Ely, Nevada. We cruise in to the Visitor’s Centre and ask what is happening. The young man apologizes 62 times for the road flooding as if it is all his fault. No other way except to go through Salt Lake City – which will add about 150 miles – and 2 hours – to our drive. Once again our 7 hours turns in to 9. Sigh…

We did get to view the Snake River however, and that made the forced stop in Twin Falls that much more palatable.

If you are ever near to Twin Falls, the detour to visit and see the Snake is well worth it.

Interesting town names as you drive through Utah. Have a photo of one of them.

The other two towns were Honeyville (how sweet) and – wait for it – Sulphurville (pretty sure there is no way we would opt to live there).

And so we arrive in Salt Lake City, looking for our hotel which is located at 122 West South Temple Street. Now we found West Temple Street and we found South Temple Street, but I’ll be danged (Mormon talk for damned I think) if we can find West South Temple. After some frustration we discover that 122 West South Temple Street really means 122 West – South Temple Street. The guy at the registration desk looks at me like I’m an idiot when I mention this confusion to him “Well, I GUESS if you aren’t used to our grid system, this might be confusing.” Ya think.

The hotel, was located just behind Temple Square, where the Mormon Tabernacle is located. After a fine dinner of “authentic Himalayan food” (which tasted suspiciously like many of the Indian meals we have enjoyed over the years) complete with beer (which surprised us somewhat), we strolled up the street to view the Tabernacle.

Now, I don’t sincerely don’t  mock any religion but…

And off to bed we went, to get ready for our big adventure on Monday. Let’s see – I think I’ll call our next post  Just How Much Excitement Can One Couple Handle. Yep, that’ll be a good one!

Until next time, an old favorite Terry took while I was recuperating in the hospital.