Memories from the road

It snowed about 4 inches or so the other day. As I was walking outside either to or from my car - don't remember which, I noticed the salt scattered on the ground to prevent people from slipping and falling. Don't as me why - but I was thinking in my head I wonder if the salt on the ground tastes just like table salt. No, I did not try it and I'm pretty sure it does taste the same. But this reminded me of my road trip out here with my two cousins, Colby and Taylor. The salted ground specifically took me back to a hot morning/afternoon on the Salt Flats of Utah. There we were pulled over on the side of the road (even though there are many signs telling you not to stop) standing outside on the salt flats. We search for rocks, an alligator (the tread off of a tire), and attempt to spell our names. Then Taylor and I convince Colby to lick the ground and tell us if it tastes like salt. Colby of course does it and it does taste like salt. Naturally, now that someone else has done it - I want to to do it too. Colby has salt stuck to her hand from being on the ground - so I lick her hand and yup - tastes just like table salt.