Cast Your Stones

One of the funny things about this trip is the sheer number of free-spirited travelers we’ve seen along the way.  It has not been uncommon to find retirees with their RV in tow.  Rock climbers and photographers living out of vans and modified SUVs. And the classic VW camper vans filled with gypsy travelers plying the American West like the covered wagon pioneers generations before.

Just outside of the hustle and bustle of Salt Lake City lies the Great Salt Desert.  This vast and barren landscape, home to world’s landspeed records, is cut cleanly in two by Interstate 80 as it moves travelers east and west.

On this stretch of nothing, travelers have been leaving messages by the side of the road with found rocks and debris for what seems an eternity.  To commemorate our trip, we joined this tradition. Somewhere in-between mile-maker 25 and 26 we left our own little mark to show future generations of travelers that once, a long time ago, on this very stretch of highway, we passed; young, bold, free and very much in love.