4-Day Trip to the Great Salt Lake: 2010

[SpudRider]

After visiting the fair, I crossed North Temple Street to dine at my favorite Chinese buffet. The day was still young, so I decided to head back home to Idaho. Riding the back roads north, along the Wasatch Front, I stopped to stretch my legs in Ogden.



Riding farther north, I stopped in Brigham City to pose the Zong in front of a favorite landmark, the Box Elder Tabernacle.



Riding north of Brigham City, I enjoyed the view of the Wasatch Mountains rising suddenly from the valley, without any intervening foothills.





Continuing northward, I stopped several times to stretch, and enjoy the view.





Approaching Deweyville, I was nearing the northern terminus of the Wasatch Front. I stopped again to enjoy the view before I rounded the mountain spur, and headed east.





Deciding to ride northward through Cache Valley, I rode eastward a bit toward Logan. I was quickly rewarded with nice view of Logan, and the mountains east of town.



Turning northward, toward Idaho, I stopped at a bend in the road to survey the view. I took some photographs sweeping the horizon from Logan, to the Cache Valley north of town.







The late afternoon sun was beginning to set behind the mountains as I crossed the border into Idaho. Just north of Clifton, I paused to enjoy the fall foliage spotting the Idaho mountains.







Riding north of Oxford, I arrived at Red Rock Pass.





The Great Salt Lake is a mere remnant of the much larger, ancient Lake Bonneville. Approximately 14,500 years ago, Lake Bonneville overflowed Red Rock Pass, and began to empty northward, into the Snake River.



Riding north of Red Rock Pass, I left the American Great Basin behind, and entered the drainage of the Snake River.



Approaching Downey I entered familiar territory. As the sun continued to set, I happily rode the remaining miles home.

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