Lake Bonneville

The Bonneville Salt Flats are one of those places that when you finally get there end up being pretty much exactly how you’d imagined it.  In this case that’s a good thing becuase my imagination stemmed from visions of Speed Week, untold numbers of car commercials and epic films like “The World’s Fastest Indian“.  In my minds eye this was motorsports Mt. Everest.  The last great place where litigation and insurance premiums are trumped by adrenaline and brass cajones.  Much to my delight there is nothing to stop you from rolling out on the salt and givin’er hell other than your own sense of self preservation.  It’s a lovely little bi-polar juxtaposition of petrol-head anarchy right here in the land of oppression errr….I mean Utah.

Tonka and I trekked the  120 some odd miles today to do a bit of sight seeing and take a few test shots for a flash of idiocy I had late last night.  It’s easy to see why so many compelling images come out of this place.  The scene is just sublime in it’s starkness and I’m stoked to get back out there to do some real work.