Layton, UT, to Stateline, NV (that is, Lake Tahoe)

 Today was a nine-hour-drive day.  Lots of time for knitting in the car.

The route alternated long, straight flat stretches of desert with climbs up and over mountain ridges. The most impressive flat stretch was the Bonneville salt flats--miles and miles of flat, white salt.

It reminded us very much of a thin layer of snow on a frozen lake, even to the point of car tracks left in the "snow." 

We took NV395 south from Reno. Steve was complaining that we had left the mountains behind. It was pretty hazy--a haze that turned out to be smoke from the Mosquito Fire in California, not humidity. When we turned west toward Tahoe Ridge Resort, we hadn't left the mountains at all. We were following a ridge that was completely hidden in the smoke. The climb to the top was pretty cool even if we couldn't see any views of the valley. Here is the view from our balcony.

They tell us it will probably be better in the morning. All I can say is, it's not as cold as Iceland.