In 2007 my Son and I went and it was a
very surreal experience.
Right off the bat where you pay a fee for entrance the roadway drops down onto the lake bed that still had a couple inches of water over the salt, just a line of cones leading off into the distance that you stay to the right of.
Glad I was driving a rental.
After getting to the parking area the salt was dry and all kinds of contraptions for going fast and/or just going were scattered everywhere.
Got to see and her a few runs but the wind came up early afternoon and all runs were halted, despite that it's a cherished experience, I'd certainly go again!
We ran into Boyd Coddington at the last highway rest stop, that was only about a year before he passed on...
We can both say "oh yeah, I knew Boyd, we even took a pee together"
