US Route 50 is widely considered “The Loneliest Road in the Country,” and, indeed, it stretched for miles:
And though we saw few other vehicles on this major road, it was still busier than Utah’s Route 21 (which runs roughly parallel to the south of US 50).
As we drove, I could see on the map that we’d be coming up alongside the Sevier Lake, noted on the map with “(Dry)” next to it. Hmmm! A dry lake… that should be interesting!
From afar, I thought maybe the map was wrong, because it sure didn’t look dry.
As we got closer, it looked as though the water had receded from the lakeshore:
Long, wide stretches along the side of the highway gave us a place where Bob could park the rig so we could get out and explore.
Right away we were reminded how seemingly featureless places like this one are actually full of startling beauty…
So what did I find when I got to the edge of what looked like water? A dry lake bed after all.
Its crusty surface was like walking on the top of a melting underlayer snow (those of you from the north will know what I mean) — crunch, crunch, crunch!
Soon it was time to make the long walk back to the RV…
…which looked so small back on the road from out here.
If you look really, really close you can make out Bob and the RV!