My roundabout route back to Columbus this morning takes me to Salt Lake City, the first leg of a three-flight, four-airport trip. Multiple-layover trips suck by definition, and I’ve already encountered delays and rerouting — but at least I had a chance to check out the Great Salt Lake on our approach to SLC.
From a 10,000-foot level, it’s impressively large — and judging from the alkaline surroundings, I’m guessing it’s impressively salty, too.
Tonight I began my overnight cross-country trip that will take me from Boise, Idaho to Salt Lake City, then to Boston, and finally to NYC. Any experienced traveler will react to this wishful itinerary with the thought: “Yeah, good luck with that!” But sometimes you just have to try.
Boise was cloudless the whole time I was there, even when I boarded the plane, above — which I’ve got to say isn’t bad. When I landed in Salt Lake City a few hours later I was horrified to see a few clouds in the sky, but the mountains that ring the airport, shown below, made up for it.
Now it’s time to fuel up on some great airport food, try to stay awake until my next flight boards, and then survive the red-eye.
Yeah . . . good luck with that!