It was a spontaneous decision, a random Monday when we were both post-call and had the afternoon free. We hopped in my jeep and headed west. Brandi Carlile blared on the radio as we passed miles of white expanse. The salt flats are just as odd and inspiring as everyone had said. They are surreal and unworldly, like another planet, and they hold their own mysticism. An ethereal beauty, really. And so we went, we played and twirled on the sparkly ground, and we headed home the better for it.
