Just under 50 mi. to the Great Salt Lake Marina and home.

It might be my favorite ride. We rarely do it because much of the year it is inhospitable due to the various pestilences that that we suffer including wind, bugs, smog, heat, cold, stink, etc. Historically, I guess there have been swarms of Mormon crickets, which I'd count as locusts. No firey hail or dead first borns, but nothing would surprise me.

Today it was lovely, breezy and cool; the lake was a bright blue reflection of the sky. The meadowlark was out and some of the water fowl were escorting their chicks through the ponds. Brewer only swallowed 2 bugs.

The water from the pump at the marina tastes sweet, almost like Evian.