Hey Kids,
Snow came to the valley today.
It’s like the same snow that falls every now and then. White flakes, sometimes big, sometimes small.
It covered the sidewalks and the grass and of course the roads.
It’s magical, the snow. It makes dull gray days white. It brightens the otherwise drab and dormant flora. It gives a feeling of purification, a cleansing, or a reset.
It’s also magical as in it casts a spell on drivers and makes every one of them forget how to drive.
Post 3-021
Hey Kids,
Following a week where I crashed and slept every chance I got, which wasn’t a lot, we finally got out of town. Even if only for a few hours.
On the first sunny day, we paid a quick visit to the Marina on the Great Salt Lake. 
The lake has raised a foot over the previous historically low level this winter. We will return with our kayaks later, when the weather warms a little more.
Then out to the west and the Stansbury Mountains. We drove past the asphalt and continued in 4WD until the road ended. The remains of last week’s snow hid in the north side shadows of the trees and bushes, indicating that we had climbed some decent elevation.
Of course we had to return to home and get me to bed for the overnight shift tonight.
There are so many nooks and crannies that are tucked up into the canyons and slopes of these mountains around us. It might take me another 50 years to see half of them.
Sounds like another worthy goal.
Post #362
Making good time has always been an obsession with me and my family. It’s an odd expression and goal. It really doesn’t make any sense, yet I still find myself trying to accomplish it with every drive.
Making good time of course is to arrive sooner than expected. However, if one did the math, one would also know exactly when one was expected. The magic is to always arrive sooner anyway. And the trick is to simply lower expectations and then speed.
I almost always still equate travel time to 60MPH. The accepted safe speed from back in the 55 MPH days, may they burn in hell. Anyone who thinks 55 MPH was a good speed limit, go drive from Salt Lake to Reno, as I have done so many times. And then drive back again. With a carload of kids. In the summer time. In the 1970’s.
Anyway, I figure a mile a minute. From there, I make good time or I make bad time. Regardless of the 75 MPH zones now. With gas stops and potty breaks, a good time can still be maintained if the trip is long enough. If my trip is less than 1 minute/mile. I am a happy man. I it exceeds it, I will do better the next time, no matter what it takes.
Does it matter? To me, it’s all that matters when on the road.
Mike M Jensen 