Bonneville Speed Week-Part One

About two hours east of Salt Lake City, on the west side of the Great Salt Lake, there is a huge area made of salt called the Bonneville salt flats. And when I say huge, I mean huge. The salt flats cover 159 square miles. Some of the salt is estimated to be six feet deep. It is flat, and after every rain, the previous tire tracks get washed away, and it becomes flat once again.

This flatness makes the Bonneville salt a great place to race, and as early as 1914, the first land speed records were being set there. Today, there are three major speed events: Speed Week in August, World of Speed in September, and World Finals in October.

Last Wednesday, we went for a quick trip up to see Speed Week. Ever since we saw the movie The World's Fastest Indian, which is about Burt Munro's trip from New Zealand to the Bonneville salt flats to race his Indian motorcycle, we've wanted to take a trip to Speed Week. Apparently the movie has influenced a lot of people, because this year they had a record number of entrants, over 400 cars and 150 motorcycles.

We began at mile 0, where participants were lining up to race. There were three courses: the long course, the short course, and the special course, which was also a short course. The long course is seven miles long, with timing up to mile five and then two miles to slow down. The short courses are five miles long, with timing up to mile three and then two miles to slow down.

Registrants can race as many times as they want, they just have to get in the back of the line.  It costs $400 to register before May, and $600 afterwards. There are many different classes of cars and motorcycles, and on Wednesday morning, 48 records had been broken just on the short course. 

These records are Speed Week records, and to earn one, you have to race twice, on two mornings, and have your times averaged at the same timing post (from what I understood--if someone knows better, please leave a comment!). Vehicles are timed at several different locations along the courses.

It takes a lot of preparation to get ready for a race. Not only do you have to prep the vehicle and have the driver practice, but there also needs to be a support crew. This crew unloads the vehicle, helps move it up to the starting line, then goes to the end of the course to retrieve the vehicle.

At mile 0 there's an announcer who broadcasts on an FM channel so that folks watching all over know who's racing and how fast they go.

Here's looking at mile 0 on the long course from the announcer trailer.

One of the things that surprised me was that some of the vehicles get push-started. My husband explained that they are geared so high that it would take them a long time to get up to speed if they didn't have this extra assist.

It might take 1/4 mile, but eventually the car is off on its own, pressing the pedal to the metal.

There were a lot of motorcycles racing. Some seemed to go really fast, while others we wondered if they made it over 50 mph.

Desert Boy was fascinated with the salt everywhere, but he didn't seem particularly interested in the racing. It's okay with me if he doesn't think he needs to set a land speed record.

Here's a BMW motorcycle at the starting line, waiting his turn.

The starter is in radio communication with the control tower.

When they clear the course, the starter gives the thumbs up and the rider is on his way. There were also a number of women drivers, and the fastest motorcycle time we heard while we were there (over 200 mph) was by a 71-year old woman.

This brightly painted red car caught my eye, but not for its shiny chrome.

Instead I noticed the array of casualties on the grille. Apparently there are quite a few insects even out over the barren salt flats!

This streamliner was trying to beat the record for fastest time at Speed Week. Whoever gets that honor gets his name inscribed on a huge trophy. I think this streamliner fell a little short--it only went about 371 mph.

Here was another streamliner, so close to the ground it almost seemed to blend in.

In the next post we'll look at our chance to go out on the salt--and some of the inside operations of Speed Week. Speed Week is sponsored by the Southern California Timing Association, and this is the 61st year it's been held.

Where in the Desert?

Just got back from a quick trip to this classic desert destination. Any ideas where it is and what's the special occasion?

Have many more photos to post, and I'll try to get them up asap.

Playing in the Sandbox

Desert Boy shared his sandbox the other day with Baby Aaron, who is about 10 months old. 

Desert Boy looks like he is trying to be helpful, but looks can be deceiving.

Desert Boy explains to Aaron that he's not ready to share.

And from the looks of it, Aaron isn't too happy!

It was good for them both to get a little time with another young'un, even if they aren't the best of play partners. It won't be long until they're out roaming around, building forts, climbing trees, and trying to raft down the irrigation ditches. Thinking about all that makes the sandbox seem like a great idea to me!

Lunchtime Horseride

We headed over to the cookhouse at lunch the other day and saw some horses were joining us. Desert Boy got very excited, but we told him he had to eat some food before he could ride a horse.

After lunch, his new buddy Baby Aaron rode with his dad. Desert Boy watched and wanted to get on, too. He had to be patient and wait a little bit. That's not easy for a two-year old!

Nevertheless, Cousin C got on his horse and Uncle Dave took Desert Boy over to greet the horse, Shelley.

And then Desert Boy got to ride. He was tremendously excited. 
But he still managed to mug for the camera. He's well-trained!

More Road Art

Not far away is some interesting road art, and you can read an introduction about it here. While I was driving the other day, I noticed that this mannequin, who had recently been sporting men's clothing, was now dressed in a new style. We've had a little cold snap, so it might be getting a little chilly for her at night.

An alien sits by the side of the road, watching the traffic go by every day. The air is a little thin, hence the breathing apparatus (at least that's what I'm calling it). Even handicapped aliens manage to have a good time. I think the alien at one time was skiing, so perhaps it was a ski accident that has him sidelined.

The helmet can help protect him from the abundant cosmic rays. 

Some of the road art stays up for a long time, while other is quite temporary, so I realize I need to do a better job of photographing it. And what better place to put those pictures than on this blog?

Getting the 4-H Steers Ready

The County Fair is in just over two weeks, and my nieces and nephews are busy getting ready all their 4-H projects ready. Cousin A is taking a steer, and I watched her as she worked with him.

She's giving him some loving attention. I'm not sure if he's feeling the love, though. Steers have kind of a tough exterior.

And he decides he wants to show he's boss. She's not going to let a steer, even if it outweighs her by 1200 pounds, be in charge.

Well, maybe not. It's not easy to get a stubborn steer to give up his ground.

Meanwhile Cousin C is going on a little jaunt with his steer. He makes it look easy.

He even manages a smile. And that's before he got his mohawk haircut.

His steer is mellow and ready to go where Cousin C wants it to go.

Fortunately, Cousin A finally wins the battle of the wills and gets her steer to walk where she wants it. Then it's time to go out to a big corral and practice more there.

Cousin C's steer is cooperative as can be...

...and Cousin A's steer starts out okay, but then decides he really doesn't want to go for a walk. Sometimes steers just get that way.

Aunt Tana gets into the corral and shows Cousin A some moves to make sure the steer doesn't get his way. Cousin A is more interested in the new puppy, though! It will be fun to see how both cousins do at the fair. They've certainly gained some good experience learning how to take care of and control their big animals.

Desert Destination: The Great Basin Museum

Last week Desert Boy and I had the opportunity to visit the Great Basin Museum in Delta, Utah. It's located at 328 West 100 North. It has both an outdoor area and a covered museum.

The building used to belong to the telephone company.

Inside a sign mentions some of the displays and those who are responsible for making these exhibits possible.

One of the things that Desert Boy first had fun with was an old X-ray machine that was used at a shoe store to help size shoes. It makes you wonder what we are doing today that in 50 years we'll shake our heads about. 

Desert Boy wasn't quite tall enough to look down and see his feet, but he was still entertained.

With Desert Boy's fascination with trains, he thought the photos of trains were great. There used to be a lot of railroad tracks around Delta to reach the sugar beet fields. Alas, this was a short-lived venture, with a bad virus attacking the beets only about four years after production. Soon the museum will have a corner dedicated to a small train--something we'll have to go back to see!

Desert Boy was momentarily entertained by this display about farming.

And then he found a typewriter and started typing.

With permission and supervision! LaWanna Peterson gave us a tour of the museum, and she was super. She said she had a great-grandson Desert Boy's age, so she was very patient with his energetic ways.

She also let him sit in the seat at the dentist's office display. I'm not sure he would have enjoyed it quite so much if he had to experience some of the older dental tools, though.

A storefront display was packed with old time merchandise.

And a decorated parlor gave a taste of what life was like in the early days. There were many more displays showing life in earlier days, with a classroom, woodworking shop, hospital gurney, and more.

Another part of the museum was focused on rocks and minerals. The area around Delta (and for that matter, most of the Great Basin), is rich in rocks and minerals. They had many great examples of trilobites.

I'm always amazed at how many different minerals can be found in the area. One corner has a display where a black light can be turned on. It was really cool.

Then we headed outside. Our first stop was one of the bunkers from the Topaz Internment Camp. This "camp" was located about 13 miles from Delta and was used during World War II to house American citizens of Japanese descent.

I was overwhelmed by how many people they had living in such a small space--Topaz was the fifth largest city in Utah while it was occupied. Another day we'll go out to the Topaz site, but for now, if you'd like more information, click here.

Also outside was a variety of old equipment and machinery. Trying to imagine bouncing over the hard ground in this Conestaga wagon made me sore. 

We also got to see the inside of a pioneer cabin--a one room cabin for a family of eight. That would have been one close family!

The Great Basin Museum has something for everyone. During the summer, it's open from 10 am- 4 pm Monday through Friday, and on Saturday from 1 pm - 4 pm. Winter hours vary, and you can call 435-864-2759 to get current information.

The Great Basin Museum has plans to expand and move to main street, where visitors will be able to find it more easily. Topaz Museum and Daughters of Utah Pioneers are slated to have their own exhibit halls, while the chamber of commerce would be located near the main entrance. The museum is looking for funding to make this dream a reality. 

You can learn more about the Great Basin Museum on Facebook and at the Great Basin National Heritage Route website.