The Great Salt Flats and the San Rafael Desert

I told my cousin who lives in southern Idaho that we were going to the Great Salt Flats, and he said, “But there’s nothing there.”


Salt storm.

The rest areas in Utah have women’s urinals like the ones I remember from the old department stores in Spokane when I was a kid. Unfortunately, I was not wearing a skirt.

Entering the San Rafael desert.

Buckhorn Wash

The drawings at Buckhorn Wash are over 2000 years old. We met a man named Lonnie Tall Horse who introduced himself as a medicine man from the Native American Church of Utah. He said the pictograph panel shows the Great Spirit teaching the people how to do the Snake Dance.


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