As I left the environs of Salt Lake City, the landscape started to settle down into long open plains and scrub-strewn desert punctuated by fins and fingers of mountain ranges that funnel and squeeze any need for corners out of the roads. Crossing the ancient now (mostly) dried out Sevier Lake bed West of Delta was beautiful as the marshy waters lie still in the windless air, mirroring the skies above.
As I crested a low rise at the end of a 10 mile straight out of Hinckley, away in the distance I saw a wierd white patch of ground with a rocky outcrop rising in the middle. An un-signposted track beckoned and what I discovered was unexpected, unprotected, awesome and big...
Wot - no pepper!
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