we finally made our way out to the salt flats on a warm winter day. the drive from slc isn't very long, but it wasn't super exciting. between here and there, it's pretty barren. like, there is nothing. even winston fell asleep in his basket. we drove all the way to the end of the road [literally] where the bonneville races begin where we were met by a lake and mud. what? we retraced our path and found a giant patch of it just off the road. if you're wondering, it's very potent.