D wanted to drive the long, hot straight stretch across the bottom of Lake Bonneville, probably thinking it gave him license to drive the family station wagon 100 mph. Which it didn't, if only because Dad had visions of the rocket box getting ripped off the top of the car at about the same time the all-season radials disintegrated beneath it. But it was a good place to learn how Subaru's cruise control worked - albeit at a more modest 80 mph.
We drove across here 15 or so years ago, on a marathon day from Salt Lake City to San Francisco. This time, our day stretched from Rawlins to Winnemucca.
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