Dead battery, lost wallet... lucky!!

So a while ago we decided to go out to the Bonneville Salt Flats over on the Nevada border.  If you hadn’t noticed, we often go to random places we find on the map, so this was just another day in our lives.  But the day started out with me having to go to a doctor’s appointment, and then Becky and the boys going off to get breakfast while they waited.  Well, the car battery died, and we were extremely lucky that she was literally only a block away.  We had just happened to go to the wrong address beforehand, which had just happened to have a donut shop.  Otherwise she might have driven 65 miles away to find breakfast (all they have in that part of town are taco stands – but I guess they could have had breakfast burritos!).  So after I walked to find them and got a new battery fix, we went on our journey into nothingness.  Seriously, nothing is out there in Nevada, just an interstate highway and a lot of salt and sand.  The Salt Flats were pretty impressive though.  Apparently it’s one of the few places that you can see the curvature of the Earth on land.  If it weren’t for the mountains off to one side and the faint lines of car tracks, you could easily get lost out there and lose all sense of direction.  But the Salt Flats are famous for being the location where the land speed records of 600+ mph have been set.  We got the Trailblazer up to 85… oh yeah.  

The salt actually broke off in big flakes, with thick mud underneath.  We kept driving out into it until the car started to sink in a little... that's when we figured it might be a good idea to stop.

The landscape was almost like another planet out there.  Pretty surreal.  

Had a little fun with the car... not like you could run into anything.

Adam enjoys just about anything... even if it's just nothing.

So we took a few group photos with the camera on top of the car, set with the timer and balanced with my wallet.  I often do this with no issue.  That day, however, I decided to leave my wallet on top of the car when we drove off.  This time we did drive 65 miles away before I realized it wasn’t in my pocket.  It wasn’t warm in my pocket, it was cold and alone out in the middle of nowhere… with my driver’s license, debit card, and a whole lot of other stuff I didn’t want to replace.  Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy.  I may have shut the door to the car and screamed some things out of the boy’s hearing.  But, it was lost in one of the few places in the world where we could actually find it after flying off the car, since all that exists out there is white salt.  So we went back into the nothingness.  And we actually found it.

Two hours and 130 miles later.

Anyway, it would be great to go back in the summer and see the cars race, but I imagine the heat gets pretty intense out there.  It is the desert.  But for this trip, we got plenty of salt out of our tires… if anyone wants to borrow some.