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We were woken up in Rock Springs, Wyoming by a call from my embattled boss, who is holding the project together in my absence. I got hungry and moseyed over to eat a bratwurst at the Loaf n' Jug. Of all the strange gas station names we've seen while crossing the Situation, "Loaf n' Jug" has been by far the strangest. Sinclair gas station is another oddity, as their logo is a green brontosaurus, which Bino pointed out could just be truth in advertising.

Fun fact: The entire state of Wyoming has about the same population as the city of Sacramento. The Sacramento metropolitan area has roughly FOUR TIMES the population of Wyoming.

We decided to get lunch in Salt Lake City, which was about three and a half hours away. Utah is a beautiful state. I've never been anywhere but the airport, and I was shocked. We took so many pictures on the drive, it's going to take me some time to sort through them all.

In Salt Lake City, I saw a shop called "Beer Nuts", which is a supply store for home beer brewing enthusiasts. I wasn't expecting that, but I guess it makes perfect sense that there would be a lot of interest given the laws in Utah.

We had a lunch of curry and mango lhasis served by some kindly local Lamanites, then headed back out on the road, hoping to make it to Reno or thereabouts.

I think I should explain the name of our blog. The Helman-Ferrier wedding made ingenious (and more than willing) use of volunteer assistance, assigned into small groups. In a rash moment, someone assigned Bino and I to a two-man team in charge of beverage acquisition. Before long, it was decided that this was an extremely volatile combination sure to lead to trouble, and that maybe we should be separated. We weren't having it. But the story took on a life of it's own, and we imagined that though Bino and I would initially set out with good intentions, we would soon lose focus, steal a truck, smash the doors off, and ride into the night. "Truck with no doors" has become shorthand for awesomely irresponsible behavior, and captures the optimistic and adventurous spirit with which we left the East Coast. I guess "eatin' a brat at the Loaf n' Jug" could be a similar shorthand.