A Monday morning. Near the southern shore of the Great Salt Lake. A misty morning, on the edge of chilly. The smell of salt and the harsh cries of seagulls was in the air. What attracts them to the Salt Lake? Are there creatures that actually find a living there?
The Trucker and I had overnighted at the Travel Centers of America truckstop in Tooele, Utah. Breakfast was in the truck, though this Passenger's appetite seemed to be missing in action.
While the Trucker was in the store, it was noticed that the trucker two spaces over appeared to be sharing his breakfast with the gulls.
Hmmm. Baked oatmeal had been on the menu in the green Kenworth. Might they be interested?
They were. A bit too interested. Up close and personal seemed the be their style.
They were not even deterred by the arrival of the Trucker, who shared his perspective on facebook. "It seems my wife has been feeding the birds again."
And then it was back on Route 80 West.
Through the Salt Flats.
Past the salt processing plant.
And westward toward the mountains.
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