
Notes on a rest stop a few miles from Rock Springs. Not far from the gas station, I see this man, a Mexican who stops as a truck -- bearing the name of the ship that transported the first English colonists to America -- rushes along the highway.

Later, after passing Salt Lake City, the bus hugs the Great Salt Lake for a long while. On the roadside, beaches of white sand, made of salt resembling snow...
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