When we awoke the winds had gone to visit elsewhere, the sky was scrubbed clean, and the tent, although a bit rumpled, had regained its regular shape. We dined on Clif Bars while we drove out towards White Dome, and a short distance beyond the Visitors Center we passed a group of desert bighorn sheep, who were also breakfasting.
Out at White Dome we were politely turned away by a Utah highway patrolman, who explained that another photographer was shooting a top-secret new Mercedes next to the rocks. Have to keep an eye out for that. They had great natural lighting, but probably used flash anyway.
Fortunately, other rocks were available.