The plan on Monday morning was to continue towards Boise, then take the US 93 exit towards Wells, Nevada, and pick up I-80 towards Salt Lake so I could visit the salt flats again, just as I've done the past two years. I didn't need to be in Toledo until Thursday morning (well, Wednesday night if I didn't want to squander a night's cost), and with that being seven hours closer than home, it shouldn't be as difficult of a trip if I wanted to see some sights.
So, just before the Twin Falls exit off I-84, I see a brown information sign that piques my interest.
Exit 141 leads me to US 30/Scenic 30, the Thousand Springs Scenic Road. Several miles down the road, there is a scenic overlook, with a bit about the fossil beds, but some interesting debris below as well.
|Are the rock with the heart and the automobile remains related?|
|The Snake River below.|
|Evidently it's an historic structure. Go figure.|
|Why on earth would anyone want to loiter???|
|There were a half dozen pelicans on the water.|
I drove up the road a little further to the next overlook, and that's when I realized the other historical significance of the area -- the Oregon Trail passes through here.
|Thousands upon thousands of wagons carved a groove through the hillside.|
|The gravel path is the trail you are supposed to stay on. The sunken road to the left of it is the Oregon Trail.|
|The sunken road that is what remains of the Oregon Trail through this part of Idaho.|
|Fortunately, this was not an issue. Nor was fording rivers.|
My curiosity appeased, I drove back to US 30, and continued on to the small town of Thousand Springs, named for the tiny springs bursting through the rock from an ancient lava flow.
US30 meets up with US93 south of Twin Falls, so I pressed on towards Nevada and Utah, stopping only briefly to quench the WRX's thirst for some dirt, driving down one of the access roads to the Salmon Falls Reservoir.
|I shouldn't have driven with the windows down.|
|The breeze off the water was cool and refreshing.|
|Koni 8611s and 650#/600# springs were not the proper setup.|
|Strangely, the car looks at home here.|
|A portion of the original Lincoln Highway (US30) through town. Called a Victory Highway, these roads commemorated WWI veterans, and only 5 of the original bronze eagles (this one is a recreation) are known to still exist.|
|Too much rain the previous week.|
|I blame global warming. Damn you, Al Gore!|
|Speed Week is in two weeks?! They better get some kitty litter out here!|
|It's amazing to think that we just casually would lean up against this hangar while in impound at the Wendover Pros.|
I'd made a reservation for the night in Evanston, WY, so I pressed on through Salt Lake City, and up the mountains through Park City. Several miles before the Wyoming line, I started having a strange vibration in right hand sweeping turns, but only if I was doing an indicated 75mph or faster (keep in mind the speed limit here is 75mph). I kept it around 65-70mph until Evanston and had no further issues, though I left a message with Greg McCance and let Pat know what was going on. I hoped it was something simple, like a lost wheel weight or just the weird grooves in the highway from construction and truck traffic.
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