We didn't stay at Bonneville too long. We'd absorbed quite a lot of salt in the time we were there and wanted to get back on the road.  Our original plan (more of a hope) was to go on to Oregon and visit Trevor's Uncle and Aunt.... but our pace and the time remaining meant that it would be a big push to make the trip.  (Read: painful and not a lot of fun).  So we moseyed back across Utah, then down through Colorado. 

Going through Salt Lake City was a nightmare.  It's a very different place than when I was there in '72-73.  Mile after mile of bumper-to-bumper traffic all down the valley, much of it under construction, which means barricades and no place to bail out if things go wrong. 

It was a relief to get to Spanish Fork and head up over the hill, to Soldier Summit. 

I used to go to school in Utah and work in both New Mexico and Utah for the Forest Service; it was a yearly commute.  The usual route was from the Salt Lake Valley to Price, Moab, Monticello, Cortez, then down into Shiprock and the Promised Land. 

This time we took a new route for me, going towards Price but then branching off northeast to Duchesne.  Before we plunged down the grade towards Price, I saw a good dirt road ("Elk Mt. Rd.??) heading in the direction we wanted to (eventually) go.  Passing it by, we went down the canyon almost to Helper (where the 'helper' engines were put on the trains to help then up the steep grade) then took Road 191 back up the mountain.  Sure enough, when we got up the mountain a bit, here was the other end of that nice dirt road.  Next time.....


So we reached the summit between Price and Duchesne at about camping-time.  As happened all trip, it was unusually warm for being at altitude (here we were at about 9,000').

It was another quiet, very pleasant camp.  Nice campfire, edible food, and a warm sack to crawl into at the end of it.



Except for the ruffian that showed up!  The scruffy guy with the axe!  Oh, wait, that's Trevor.  He found a good axe with a mostly busted handle, so we finished breaking off the handle, and HIS load got a bit heavier.




Onwards, brave person!