The salt lake has very little to offer. We pulled up at this building called the Saltair which was once a beautiful event hall and swimming area back in the early 1900s...and is now a giant run down building with a sad gift shop selling taffy and little else. We walked out to the "water" and it smelled like a giant Porto-potty. There were gnats everywhere and brave souls were testing out the floating properties of the water. Needless to say, the smell quickly drove us away and we've decided to skip our night in SLC and instead start making our way across the exciting state of Nevada. Our goal is the beautiful city of Elko, a couple hours into what would have been an excruciating drive tomorrow. Keith is at the wheel practicing for his turn at the Bonneville salt flats. What's amazing though...is no matter how fast we go, someone keeps flying by us at least ten miles faster.