A Parade, Cemetery and Elvis
Last week was incredibly busy and I am very far behind on my blog.
I am going to set a goal to blog every other day and to blog in the morning instead of 11:00 at night.
Yesterday we drove to Wendover, Nevada where Utahns go to get their gambling fix.
There are two roadside stops that you should see on the way to Wendover.
Wendover, Nevada is about 130 miles west of Salt Lake City.
The kids and I had never been there.
Metaphor: The Tree of Utah ; built and paid for by Swedish artist Karl Momen from 1982 - 1986.
95 miles west of Salt Lake City.
This is an awesome and weird sculpture that suddenly appears in the desert.
A trio of other travelers also stopped.
They were from Turin, Italy and Newcastle, England.
We were all equally at awe with this sculpture in the desert.
The last time Chris visited the Tree of Utah there wasn't a fence around it.
Chris, Oliver and Freya are standing in front of a fallen 'leaf' from the tree.
Another 'leaf' fallen from the tree.
The Salt Flats.
The salt flats are so flat you can see the curvature of the earth.
A long train in the distance.
We found a few geocaches in Wendover but I forgot to take photo's.
Oliver at the gate of Wendover Cemetery.
What looks like a ciggy in Oliver's mouth is actually a sucker.
Wendover Cemetery is the most interesting cemetery I have visited.
It over looks the entire valley and the graves were very personalized.
Marble, cement and grass carpet plots.
These plants looked like something from War of the Worlds.
You can learn so much history about a city just by visiting the town cemetery.
Mary and me.
Geocache at the cemetery.
The 'arms' I've made for her over the years have come in quite handy for keeping the brace clean.