Two years ago this past August, my mother and I ventured on a cross country trek in my brother’s Jeep across Canada. We drove west from southwestern Ontario to Vancouver, BC over the course of two weeks, and then down to northern California to meet up with the men in our family. The following are taken from emails I wrote to family and friends.
Day 22: Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Continued driving through le desert. Have seen many a tiny community with a Main Street and that’s about it. Had breakfast in small town Benton – known for their hot springs, if they’re even known for that. We talked to a couple from New Mexico who happened upon Benton last night and said that each campsite has their own personal redwood hot spring tub. Keep this in mind when you’re in Benton, California next.
Entered Utah shortly (7 ish hours) after (driving through Nevada… and the following:). Went through a town that was completely boarded up – which isn’t that unusual, I’ve seen ghost towns before, but this was recently boarded up, which gave it a Walking Dead/ The Passage quality. Creeeepy. As we progressed along yet another Main Street of a town called Eureka, NV (there’s gotta be a Eureka in every state), there were some homes lived in, but we’re talking rough living. Saw a man in a rocker on his falling-apart-porch smoking his pipe… watching us. For serious.
That’s pretty much it for today. Had a picnic in the middle of NOWHERE. Well, in the middle of tumbleweed central.
Just south of Provo, Utah. Back in Mountain Time. Perhaps we shall see Salt Lake City tomorrow.