A Change of Plan!
It rained again last night, some 3/4-inches I’m told. The above photo was taken at the Speedway entry point, where club organizers have been camped for longer than I have. The good fortune in this for me was that I arduously biked the sweaty 5-1/2 miles against a headwind to get there just in time. I was out for “a little exercise” and found that the published distance was shorter than reality. Wheeze. If I’d been 2 minutes later, I’d have never been informed by the group that they were giving up for now, but had the flexibility to reschedule again for this coming Thursday Sept 19th. Hey, I can do that! And, I’ll save fuel money by being planted in one spot until the BLM throws me out! From Monday on, it should be nothing but sun, so it has a chance. All this is really funky, because driving past the Great Salt Lake in Salt Lake City showed it to be well on its way to drying up.
While I was staying in Marengo, some guy in a biplane was practicing aerobatics overhead nearly every afternoon. Here near Wendover, a couple of fighter jets fly around at a very considerable speed several times a day!
At first I’d jump out of the trailer and look around, unable to find them, since they are usually up in cloud cover, and the mountains all around reflect the sound. I didn’t really listen at first, and knew there was a private airport in town, but they certainly don’t support airliners. Then I noticed that it didn’t sound like an airliner. It was louder, and the sound seemed to go loud and soft rapidly, and bounce off different surfaces. How could it be so high and yet so loud? Not annoying. Just loud. Finally spotted them today.