Salty Dogs

SLC.
Drowsy Drivers, Pull Over....so the signs warn. 100s of miles of salt flat separtae SLC and the casino capital of the world, Nevada. Just some of the sights we glimpsed on the way to CA.

Salt cystals forming.

















the morton salt girl factory





















me, running on the salt flats


















No really, we just went for the buffet....

We made it!

Still in Utah where they fell compelled, out of some tax payer service, to plow the roads....headed to Wyoming where everyone is a cowboy, drives a 4-wheel drive truck and, "dont need no stinkin' plows."


The van hit I-80 running, neil didnt let up on the gas until we whipped into Boulder on saturday night. althought we drove through snow and kept the rear view mirror focussed on the ominous storm clouds mounting on the western horizon, we didnt even have to use the new chains we bought for the tires. we continued hold our breath as we boarded the bus to denver, and hopped the airplanes to chicago and finally rdu.......whew! i cant believe we made it and just in time. Crissy sent me a picture of the van totally covered in snow -- at least they cant get to it to impound it this time!





Crab Feast #3 in Berkeley with Steve and Lynda

Canine Comrades

two of the many dog friends we hung out with these past few months.

CHIEF: " i miss my home, i miss my stuff " a mastiff that you could saddle up and ride into the hill, too much drool for his own good and a countenence of a kitty kat.









VIVI LA LOO AKA THE MISSY MOOPS: I know what you are thinking, "what is keith richards doing with andy warhol's head in a dog's body?" but, the longer you are around her, the harder it is to leave her. Just make sure you keep your mouth shut around the fastest toungue this side of the wild west. I even went into dog shops to help purchase sweaters for this quaking crested hairless creature.

Cancerian Dungie - Delight

Move over Sag, the crabs are here. Our frist Dungeness crab expereince; pure butter heaven.