We considered boondocking in this casino/truckstop lot overnight, but couldn't deal with the misspelled words on their sign.

So we ended up at the Wendover KOA across the street.

We had the place pretty much to ourselves. Must be low season.

Debbie, looking cool in her "Dylan Pool" shirt by the famous flats.

Ready to fire up both engines (570HP) and go for the combined "Motorhome+Toad class" Land Speed Record.

That's a little more appropriate.

Eerily flat indeed.

The salt was slightly wet.

People created elaborate art messages out of rocks.

This one's under probably an inch of water covering probably a square mile.

111 miles to Salt Lake City. Pretty monotonous.

Drowsy driving causes crashes? Well, maybe somebody should build something to look at out here to keep us awake.

Well, there's something to look at.

Er, so much for making for safer driving.

Ah, it's a giant metal baseball and avocado tree themed artwork. Okay.

Our home base in the Salt Lake valley, Ardell Brown's Quail Run RV Park in Sandy, Utah.

View of the snowy Wasatch mountains from our site.

The neighboring cat who looked like a good mouser, and turned out to be.

He would stand on his back legs, balance, then leap straight up into the fifth-wheel hitch on his trailer.

Aerial view of the RV Park with the mountains beyond.

Aerial view of the Salt Lake valley, looking down toward Sandy.

Palace Burgers' famous Bacon Cheeseburger and Banana Shake combo.

Midday arrival at Brighton

Too bad it's so crowded.

Abundant snow and sunshine in mid-December

Sarah takes a break from ski patrolling to take a call from Fred, naturally

Nice late afternoon view

Liftline moonrise

Fred arrived for a night ski session, a Brighton specialty.

Alta Wildcat base area

No snowboards here

The brand-new "super turbo" Collins lift, temporarily closed with some glitch

The second it opened, it was mobbed by folks who had been in line for the "non-super non-turbo" Wildcat lift nearby

The new Collins halfway loading station

The dreaded High Traverse can now be lapped with one speedy lift ride

Access to some of Alta's best slopes is via one of its worst ones

The High Traverse itself is a rutted nightmare

Top of Alf's High Rustler proved too tough to tame, as a tree reached out and grabbed one of my skis. Damn quasi-chutes.

The rest of High Rustler is steep, bumped perfection though.

Skiers carving it up.

I spent most of the afternoon skiing the big bumps off the "non-super non-turbo" Wildcat lift, of all places. Some really great runs over there!

The foggy/smoggy Salt Lake valley

Last rays of sunshine

Last run of a very full day.

Back home, I found just the place for the little round Alta decal they gave me.

Perfect to replace the cracked BMW roundel.