I was hoping the morning’s chill would last at least
until mid-morning but it is hot as hell now. I’ve traversed down the beautiful
mountains into the great salt lake basin, the temperature rising with each mile
– and the air pollution rivaling the los angeles basin stinging my eyes and
drying out my throat.
I’ve been largely ignored driving along with the rush
hour traffic - as if SLCers’ had
blinders on, except for the occasional pale “fuck you” finger popping up.
I notice the engine temp needle starting to climb past
the midpoint of the gauge and I drop my speed down to 45. The needle edges back
down to almost normal. I’ll have to stop at the next rest stop and wait for the
sun to go down – which means I’ll miss a day of driving. I’ve been spoiled by
the cooler weather.
I only hope the asshole trucker hauling the motorcycles –
and any of that ilk – is long gone and I’ll be able to rest in peace – or in at
least having reasonable conversations!