When you live in Salt Lake City and you want to drink on Sunday, or gamble anytime, your best option is to board one of several party busses that take you across a hundred miles of wind-swept, sage-covered desert, to the town of Wendover, Nevada. Or you can do like the students in one of my southwest literature classes did, and make the trip in a biodiesel-powered school bus with flowers painted all over it. Our mission however, was that of education, not libation. As I wrote about in a previous post , the destination was the decommissioned Air Force base now known as Wendover Airfield. Driving across the barren west desert As you head west along the southern shores of the Great Salt Lake, the lake gradually disappears and becomes nothing but a flat expanse of salt stretching as far as the eye can see. You still think you’re next to the lake, but the water you’re seeing is nothing more than a mirage hovering over the hot, white surface. It’s even hard to believe that all th...
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