On the way out there we stopped at the salt flats to take some pics and admire the oddness of the salt. I'd actually not ever stopped before; it was pretty amazing.
This guy was trying to take pictures of himself, so I went over and offered to take a few for him...we had passed him on the freeway riding his motorcycle - when he started talking I asked him where he was from...he was from Sweden and was very thankful for the help. In retrospect I wish I had asked him more questions, I bet he had an interesting story to tell. 
The sunset was quite gorgeous.
These are pics from the view tower at the airfield...I am freakishly afraid of open heights, but I made myself climb this bastard, and I am so glad that I did. The textures, the old paint, the view...It really was quite cool.
It's beautifully sad to see the state that some of the buildings are in.
Welcome to Wendover!
I LOVE nose art!
And there she is...the Enola Gay Hangar. They have started restoring it - the side near the tower on the right is nearly finished...but to be honest, I like the old rusty version better.
And when I woke up the next day, I thought I was on the planet mars...it was one of the most bizarre sunrises I have ever seen.
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