This is #2 in a 4-Parter. Click here for Yesterday’s
Everyone from Lightgathering had said their goodbyes Saturday night. So Sunday was “get-outta-town” day.
I still had a few errands to run. Primarily to throw away my leaky sieve of a tent, and swiss cheese excuse of an air mattress, in a St George Wendy’s parking lot dumpster.
And if you read my last post… You may remember that I never mentioned replacing the passenger side window in Steve McQueen (that’s my Xterra’s name).
…That’s because I hadn’t.
But through a parts website, I found that there was a junkyard in Provo with an ’02 Xterra which was a compatible year with Steve McQueen, who’s an ’03. However, since it was Sunday (in Utah mind you). Nothing was open till the following day.
Well… It looked like another cold night in the truck.
Which would have been fine, but I decided to go exploring one of the coldest parts of Nevada (and as I found out later, the country).
It got so cold that night (-2°F – with the F standing for “Fuck it’s cold!”), that my 5 gallon jug of drinking water was more ice than water Monday morning.
I was looking forward to Nevada, and it didn’t disappoint. It was desolate and beautiful. I woke up in the Great Basin, and started driving towards Provo and SLC, with the heater on full blast and me covered in three blankets.
I drove through incredible mountain passes, and ranch lands that stretched out forever, and a ghost like shimmering mirror called Sevier Lake that appeared from I don’t know where.
I found my window in Provo. It was only $10 if I pulled it myself. So I grabbed the few tools I had with me and scavenged it out of Steve McQueen’s less fortunate cousin. It was dark and cold, so I decided to install it the next day, and I drove up to my good friend Em’s house in SLC where I was staying the night.
I stayed with Em for a couple nights. The window went in easy. And it was nice to have a warm bed and bath again after almost a week in the truck. While I was there, I went up into the canyons to shoot the snow.
BTW, when the signs say “No parking on shoulder when snow.” Definitely don’t do that!
From SLC, I drove to the Bonneville Salt Flats which is tomorrow’s post.
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