There are no gas stations, truck stops, or motels to distract you, as you make your way across 110 miles of pure Utah desolation, along Interstate 70. That solid hour-and-a-half drive gives you ample time to admire the scenery, stare thoughtfully at your gas gauge, and most of all, dream about what might lie ahead in the town of Salina — the official end of I-70’s long, lonely journey. Maybe that’s why, for me, Salina was a bit of a disappointment. Maybe after all that anticipation, any town would have fallen short. Salina’s downtown is assembled around the crossroads of […]