We Danced On The Moon

Brad and I drove to the Salt Flats. 

I had never been before.  

We made an adventure out of it. 

We stopped and looked for ghost towns.

We stopped to explore in the sunshine.

Sadly we got to the Salt Flats as it started to get dark.

I tried so hard not to get disappointed.

It was a two hour drive, I didn't want it to be for nothing..

We drove to Wendover, ate french fries, got gas and turned back..

Right into the most stunning site I had ever seen.

We stopped the car and spent a good long time taking pictures of the night sky.

I left the shutter open for nearly a minute to get these photos..

No photoshop was used. The sky was brilliant.

Then I got a brilliant idea.. 

"Brad, dance with me."

Brad said, "I'm not a very good dancer.."

I say, "It will look like we are dancing on the moon!"

So there we were,

on the side of the highway as the cars and semi's blew past us... 

Dancing on the moon.

And on the drive home I mentioned to Brad, 

that this was going to be one of those memories..

you know, the ones you never let go of.

Where we stopped on the side of the road, and danced together.

To no music..

except the sound of the cars.

To no light..

Except the light of the stars.