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"Good Bye Utah, Welcome Idaho" (655km)

Written on: Wednesday June 11th, 2008


The morning greets us with sunshine and blue sky. The electric alarm clock beside the bed suggests the power came back on at 4am in the morning. Nothing suggests that yesterday night ever happened, just a thin layer of dust covering everything including our bikes reminds us of the storm. Apparently the forecasted snow came down during the night onto the highway north of us. By now this should be melted...

We leave right after a nice breakfast at "Penny's Diner", heading north. We follow the highways and state streets paralleling the I15. The middle of Utah presents itself absolutely flat and almost empty. We break for cows hanging out on the road and honk our way through. The roads cut in a straight line through sparsely populated plains.

We stop at the only roadside diner in a small mining town near Silver City. The sign at the wall says "Your menu options: 1) Take it 2) Leave it". We decide to leave it and only have coffees before filling up at the local gas station. I ask for the washroom and the girl behind the counter points to the sink... similar incidents have happened on this trip before, but it still takes a few minutes for me to clue in. All right all right: Were is the "restroom" for crying out loud - one day I will have to go really bad and simply use teh stupid sink and see what they do...

Only a few bushes grow on either side of the road and for the longest time we are the only ones on the highway. After hours of driving through an almost unchanging landscape, the kettle is replaced by sheep. Our surroundings turn greener as we are closing into Salt Lake City and mountains appear and spice up the landscape.

North of the great Salt Lake, we see more and more horses before we finally cross the border into Idaho. We celebrate with a cup of coffee in a small diner in Preston. The skinny dude with the greasy long, black hair and the dorky body language who serves us our coffees informs us that this is the town where they filmed "Napoleon Dynamite" and that most of the actors were town folks recruited of the street. Not just can you buy merchandise from the local pizza shop, but also you can witness or even participate in the yearly "Napoleon Dynamite Festival".

As we hightail it out of this place, we notice that the snow levels on the mountains around us are awfully close. Half an hour before we call it a day, it starts raining and the wind is picking up - the weather forecast is not looking good: Cold, heavy wind gusts and thunderstorms as well as rain showers all day.