Crossing Nebraska, the flocks of birds overhead were amazing. It must be a major migration route. These are snow geese (I think).

One of the Union Pacific "Big Boys" that used to rule the rails, now on display in a Cheyenne park. That tiny little person is Fred.

We spent a good bit of time at the Union Pacific Railroad Museum at the old UP depot in Cheyenne Wyoming. Great little museum; beautiful old frontier town.

Fred was delighted to see streetcars in Salt Lake City. We managed to leave the city without riding on one. A rare event.

The Mormon Temple. Not quite as impressive as "our" Temple in DC, but considering what they had to work with at the time it was built, pretty amazing. It took 40 years to build.

Our tour around Temple Square was conducted by these two young women, one from Germany and one from Alabama. They did quite a bit of proselitizing.

After a tour of Temple Square, we went to an organ concert at the Convention Center--the Tabernacle was closed to be "earthquake proofed." The center holds 21,000 people, although there were only about 25 there for the half-hour concert.

Salt Lake City was a fascinating place. Here is the reflection of the Latter Day Saints headquarters.

We visited the Bonneville Salt Flats. Unfortunately, during the winter months, they are flooded, so we came to the end of the road. Good thing we weren't trying to break the MINI land speed record at the time, as there is no warning that the road disappears into a lake!

At the historic gold site, we found a quilt show! Antique quilts The quilt in the background used a banner supporting Grant for the backing--that's what is visible.

The site of Sutter's Mill

At Sutter's Mill, where Marshall discovered gold, Fred tried his hand at digging for gold. No luck, unfortunately.

Downtown Moke Hill.

After Monterey, we went to gold rush country. In the town of Angel Camp, we stayed at the haunted Hotel Leger. We had a lovely dinner there out on the balcony. The only ghost we encountered was a very polite one who opened the bathrood door for me.

We drove up a very steep hill called Jackass Hill to see the cabin where Mark Twain wrote the Jumping Frog of Caleveras County. The cabin has been reconstructed, although the chimney is original.

To our surprise, there was actually a jackass at the top of Jackass Hill!