I entered the Dinosaur National Monument late afternoon. It was already too late to visit, so I headed directly to a campground. This one, located on the shore of the Green River will do the trick. The river is the only source of greenness in the area. In the morning, I headed directly to the Visitors Center. To quote Wikipedia: “The rock layer enclosing the fossils is a sandstone and conglomerate bed of alluvial or river bed origin known as the Morrison Formation from the Jurassic Period some 150 million years old. The dinosaurs and other ancient animals were carried by the river system which eventually entombed their remains in Utah. The pile of sediments were later buried and lithified into solid rock. The layers of rock were later uplifted and tilted to their present angle by the mountain building forces that formed the Uintas during the Laramide orogeny. The relentless forces of erosion exposed the layers at the surface to be found by palaeontologists.” Discovered in 1909, most of these fossils are now in various museum, although a section of this “fossil wall” has been kept on site and the Visitor Center built around it. A few reconstituted skeletons are on display. Close to the ground, some bones coated with a protective layer can be touched by the visitors. No T-Rex here, these dinosaurs were closer to our times than to the period when these fossils formed. The apex predator in this graveyard is the allosaurus. After the visit, I followed briefly a didactic trail next to the Visitors Center. See this strange rock? It was at the bottom of a shallow sea. The bumps are fossil clamshells. The place was nice and interesting but, with no hat and no water, I quickly went back to the bike, then - after a quick stop at the post office in Vernal to send to Belgium a box full of various stuff that I didn’t want to keep lugging around - on the road to Salt Lake City. I rode all day under a burning sun. It was already dark when I eventually found one of the last free places (Friday evening!) in a campsite on the shore of Jordanelle Reservoir. Before that, I had spent at least an hour trying to find a quiet place to camp but without success. When I asked about advices before my trip on advrider, an inmate (@2mstone) told me that if I happened to come near Salt Lake City, I was welcome at his place. It was agreed that I would come the evening of the 8th, the next day. But first, I wanted to visit a mythical place. For hours, I rode on the Highway 80 westward, crossing the Great Salt Lake Desert. Then I reached my destination, at the border between Utah and Nevada. Bonneville Salt Flats. It may seems a bit stupid to travel through an empty desert just to stop for an hour in another empty place before heading back, but I wanted to see it. It was easy to understand why this place is where people go to try to beat a speed record. After this board, the ground becomes incredibly flat; only a few small waves of salt break here and there its smoothness. You can see one to the left of my bike. At a fuel station, the attendant had told me that an attempt would be made the next week. It seems that they had already started to prepare the “track” for it. What an amazing place. Afar, the plain is interrupted by mountains, but it’s quite difficult to estimate the distance.