I was looking at the lake water level tracker and reminiscing. I worked up at Heber City, Utah back around 1983-1984 doing seismic work. The snow and rainfall and snow-melt were creating floods all over the region. The lake was filling rapidly to historic levels.
When we moved the crew to Oregon to do a bit of work around Roseburg we drove through SLC. The runoff from some of the creeks was so high that there were sandbagged creeks flowing downhill along some of the streets directly into the lake. As we made it to the interstate to swing around the south side of the lake there was a massive effort underway to raise the Union Pacific railroad tracks above the water and to prevent the water from flooding the interstate. From memory, which may be a bit rotted over the long time period, the railroad tracks were running along what was functioning as a huge levee being constructed on the north side of the interstate. Earthmovers were scrambling everywhere. The interstate was approximately 40 feet (~12.2 m) lower than the top of the levee where the tracks were being raised. Traffic was moving carefully along this stretch. It was pretty spectacular.
I think I have some photos I took of the massive levee as I drove along that stretch and I may have some of the ballroom, the Great Saltair, which was inaccessible at the time, completely surrounded by water with only the top part of the building above water.
If anyone who was living in SLC at the time could chime in to let me know how badly my memory has served me I would appreciate it.
Once we got out of Utah we continued across Nevada and, since the entire western US was experiencing massive flooding, we had to take a long detour through a large ranch and around an isolated mountain range because an overpass over a river had washed out somewhere west of Wells, NV between there and Winnemucca. It was fantastically beautiful country. The road was unpaved and may have been a BLM road for part of the way until we connected with a paved road highway that took us back to the interstate. This detour cost us hours but the scenery made up for all of that.
I say paved only in the Lousyana sense because it was a two-lane asphalt pavement with no shoulder and minimal guardrails that snaked up the side of a large plateau. There were numerous dips and potholes in the pavement that forced you to pay attention to the road instead of enjoying the view. In Lousyana they don't bother to spend federal highway funds on interstate highway maintenance, they just buy another highway sign that says "Rough Roads Next 20 miles" and let that pass for maintenance.
About a third of the way from the top just over the crest of one of the short downhill stretches across the slope, there was a huge hole in the pavement that I hit doing about 70 in my Bronco. The jolt as my Bronco tried to jump the gap blew out both rear shocks, forcing me to replace them once I made it to Roseburg. Luckily it was a one lane wide, single hole perpendicular to the direction of travel so it didn't force a steering correction or I might've found myself needing flying lessons since the drop-off was quite sudden on one side.
That trip was pretty epic. At Denio Junction, NV, I bought gas at the small store since it was one of the last places you could gas up before crossing into Oregon. At the time and for years afterward that was the most expensive gasoline that I had ever purchased. I probably still have the trip log and receipts from that trip but I think I remember it being $3/gallon ($0.79/l), in 1983-1984. Ridiculous. I finally paid more than that for gasoline at the station on the south Rim of the Grand Canyon about 30 years later where it cost $5/gallon ($1.32/l).
Good times.