We had an early start and headed south to Helper. This meant travelling through Salt Lake City which I am not a fan of. The traffic on a Saturday morning should have been light, I was so wrong at a few points there were 6-8 lines of traffic. Hyper vigilance mode was activated. We pulled off a couple of times along the way and again hit roadworks.
We arrived in Helper, which is nestled in rock mountains called Price Canyons. Helper is named for Helper Engines, which made the trains that pulled the Coal over the mountains which miners had harvested. We had a beer and lovely chat with a third-generation miner he talked about many things but what has stuck were the mice in the tunnels which in the underground canteen became pets. We also strolled around the local museum and had lunch/dinner in the only restaurant.
Now tucked into a bare bones motel. Tomorrow we find ghost towns.
