The MOA's were inactive according to SLC control, I checked with them secondly after receiving no response from the stated controlling agency frequency listed on the chart. The restricted area of course I went around. At one point the GPS was showing 50 some miles to the closet airstrip (not that I care) and that is further then my flight up the gut of the Frank Church and Selway wildernness areas this summer, really some remote area with of course a few desert rats living out there in the most unlikely areas.
The car show was the thing.....some pretty impressive rides, I'm always amazed with the work and money the "car people" put into their rides, and then they bring them to events like this for the gen public to get close to, not behind ropes (a very few) but right there to be possibly scratched etc. They are trusting souls! I'd like to know how in the hell they keep the engine compartments so clean, Q-tips?? Sure looks like a whole lot of work! I had a little trouble the next AM accessing the field (thank you Osama), but finally found a missed/unlocked entry and was able to get to my plane and had a GREAT flight back, except for one odd occurance I hesitate to post about.
Let's just say it involved an off airport landing (emergency biological function to attend to, seriously, involving some questionable Mexican food from the night before and way over brewed coffee that morning acting as a catalyst), near some junk farm equipment, using a sage brush free section of the desert. While attending to the emergency, seconds after landing and very near the plane, I caught a glimpse of a person ducking down behind a junk pile in such a way that it was clear he was trying to keep his presence secret. I immediately hollared out a greeting (YO, HEY, something like that, just something to let him know his presence was noted), and was fully intending to apologize for the unexpected arrival, when I thought back to the view of the place from the air: no house, not even ramshackle, no trailer or tent or any other sign of habitation, no farming, no operable appearing vehicles, or no sign of the grown over access road being used in some time. In general, even allowing for the standards of the area, nothing going on. The last thing I'd want to do is disturb someone, and if I had any idea anyone was there no way would I land. I had actually choked back my initial greeting, when I realized the person was hiding, and then I realized he had to know that I KNEW he was there, AND hiding, an awkward moment....and then, before he could get the shotgun loaded or the chain saw started, I jumped back in the plane, and without benefit of seatbelts or headset blasted off, even going so far as to jink on the way out in order to throw off his aim. You would have had to see the area to see how weird it was to find a person there, on a early Sunday morning, it was uninhabitable even by desert rat standards. No power or solar, no water source I could see, and MANY miles from anything else, truely remote.
For those who would have held it while heading for the nearest GEN AV facility with a flush toilet, this story will make no sense. For those who think nothing of finding a spot and landing when you HAVE TO, you'll get it. I feel terrible about disturbing this guy, and a little freaked by his behavior, he obviously had some social interaction issues he was dealing with by hanging out where he was, and I had a possibly over active imagination. Maybe I should have searched the area for him while calling out "I know you're here"?! That didn't seem like a good idea either, getting the hell outa there ASAP seemed like the thing to do. If he is a forum member, reading this, sorry about that. BTW, 54 miles from the closet airport with a flush toilet according to the GPS.