Bouncing Around the Bonneville Salt Flats

3 08 2012

Bonneville Salt Flats

After almost four years of being ‘on the road’, I finally made it to the Bonneville Salt Flats (while it was light out at least, because I’ve been through at least once during the dark and that’s no fun…because you can’t see things like…)

Random Sculpture on the Salt Flats

It was everything that you would think a salt flat should be.  It was almost blindingly white, reflecting the bright sun.  It was flat and it was impressive how far you could see across the salty plain.  The salt crunched under your feet and you could see the raised areas where the ground was cracking and being pushed up.  When I reached down to pick up some of the larger pieces of salt it looked like crystal quartz in my hand.  The heat reflected off the white surface and you could see heat waves emanating off the ground and see shimmering mirages of pools of water.

Salt

As Flat as Flat can Be

What I wasn’t expecting, but shouldn’t have been surprised about, was that I could feel the moisture in my skin and my mouth start to dry up as soon as we walked out onto the flats.   I was drying up like a raisin and every time I licked my lips I tasted salt.

Bright White Salt Flats

And what I really wasn’t expecting was that I finally got some proof of my amazing jumping skills!  Every time it came to high jumping exercises during the Insanity workouts, I swear I was jumping higher than some of those people in the video.  I kept telling people of my amazing vert, but they were all skeptics.  And since I don’t let anyone in the room during my Insanity workouts to witness the running, jumping, push ups, and general all around ‘kick your butt and sweat like you’ve never sweat before’ work out, there have been no witnesses of my amazing jumping ability.  Until now!

PROOF!!

One…Two…Three!!

Rightfully so, Nathan can jump too.

Jumping Side by Side





One Year Older

15 09 2009

One year older and many adventures wiser.  True to form as nomad travelers, Nathan and I spent our birthdays with two very different adventures during our coast to coast travels.

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AUGUST 21ST: DALLAS, TX

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you……” and with an extra ‘cha cha cha’, my birthday festivities began.  A leisurely morning spent with family and chick-fil-a specials, and an afternoon of pampering was topped off with an evening in downtown Dallas.   To mark the occasion we traveled 560 ft into the sky to experience Dallas at Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant, five-sixty, Dallas’ only rotating restaurant.  We took up prime real estate at the bar, right where all of the action was near the entrance, and much to our surprise, when we looked back we were no longer by the entrance, but looking into the kitchen.   Very cool way to experience Dallas, with the skyline constantly changing.

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After a walk on the observation deck, the museum of the Dallas skyline’s history and watching a spraypaint artist create an intergallactic masterpiece, it was off to bed, another year older.

SEPTEMBER 5TH: MOAB, UT

During our travels we often come across hidden gourmet treasures, and this time would be no exception.  Walking along the streets of Moab, Utah passing jeep after jeep ready for a day of off-roading, kayaks and white water rafting equipment, and lots of European tourists ready to battle with nature, we were very suprised to come across a little restaurant in an old ranch house called The Desert Bistro. Even more surprising, we were able to eat on a candlelit patio (with the resident cat I tried to befriend) and enjoy a meal of seared ahi tuna, braised antelope, poached duck and a blackberry napolean.  With the views of the towering canyons and a full moon, it was a great night.

The next morning, on Nathan’s actual birthday, we woke up bright and early and experienced what Moab is really all about with a 5 hour Jet Boat tour of the Colorado River, looking at ancient petroglyphs and pictographs etched into the cliffs, petrified trees, and using our imagination to turn the oddly shaped stones into plump french chefs named Gaston.

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A great birthday adventure before hitting the road to drive through the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, and finally end our day admist the cornfields of Iowa…