Salt lake city.. interesting place. Sundays a ghost town while they take the "on the seventh day he rested" quite literally. Day spent with family and a community wide service near dusk at the cathedral.

Majority of the people here hid out in the, for lack of a better term, huge ass bunker at the bottom of the Bingham Canyon mine. I mean literally the housed more or less the entire population of Salt Lake City. the story goes that after the cuban missile crisis the owners of the mine got a wild hair that maybe the fingers on the trigger wouldn't be so calm in the future, so they quietly started constructing a bunker under the mine and into the bedrock. While doing that they ran an eight lane wide tunnel from the mine along underground to the heart of SLC. The bunker itself was designed to fit the population of the city and to hold enough gear and supplies to last two years. As the population of SLC grew, so did the bunker.

Salt Lake city didn't get hit directly, however the nearby airbase, completely glassed, so the majority of the structures here are still intact, though the residents didn't know for sure until four months after when they cracked the seal on the main blast doors. When they came out they found various squatters in the cathedral running a market and bartertown. There was a standoff between the old chuchgoers and the folks inhabiting their house of worship. Interestingly enough before there was any bloodshed, some guy wandered in out of Zion canyon national park, flipped over the squatter tables and beat the everloving fear of god into a few of them with a whip made of skeletonweed before wandering back out into the desert.....I swear I've heard this story before, but they have a whip made of skeletonweed and there's a couple people who swear to have witnessed it and a few blurry photos, so I dunno.

We got into town and just sorta scattered and wandered around for the last few days. People are very nice, and John Moses Browning would be proud of all the rifles, shotguns and pistols I've seen of his designs. There's a nice manufacturing base and I traded a couple bullets to get my rifle refinished and fix the scratch that was put into it. Eivan found a small group of Russians here, they had been on layover at SLC international when the nukes started flying and got almost forcibly dragged into the bunker by some very insistent members of the community. Rogan met up with his brother-in-law yesterday and got word his wife and kid had been here and then headed west once caravans started forming and travelling, so there's some good news for some of us.

Nice town, little unnerving how nice everyone is, but nothing's overtly sinister about it.