[Lerando]

I remember those floods. We were sandbagging State Street so it was a 'controlled' river. The water did go all the way around Saltair, so it looked alone poking up out of the water. But it wasn't very deep there either. We drove by to check it out a few times just getting out of the house. But we also swam in the Great Salt Lake once in a while, there was a lot of sulfur and other crap in in it. Lots of black shit for your feet to sink in, it couldn't have been good.

That's an insane amount to pay for gas back then, Jesus, did they just roll with the oil embargo of the 70's or what?

[doodlebugging]

That gas station is way out in the boonies on a long stretch of two-lane highway (at the time) that takes you cross-country into Grants Pass. It is one of those "last gas for 150 miles" type places. I should've just rolled on past but everyone else was filling up so I followed the crowd since it was my first time on that highway. Turns out I could've made it into the next station in Oregon since I was carrying a jerry-can strapped onto the back of the Bronco.

Thanks for your recollections correlating closely to what I remembered. I never swam in the GSL. We worked 7 days a week so no opportunity. I'm kinda glad now with your description.