On that lovely note, let me share with you how I spent the last weekend of the summer. I know, I know, according to the calendar summer has a few weeks yet. Let me just say, calendar makers do not live in Wyoming. We are threatened and expect to be graced by that awful S word any day now. It just takes one cold front to move in.
Usually I spend the last hoorah wallowing. But this year, my niece Lyn invited me to take a trip with her. I traveled to Uah Friday night and on Saturday Lyn and her mom MZ took me to Salt Lake. As if in the actual lake – not the city.
I’ve been to Antelope Island once before about 14 years ago and the only thing I remembered about it is it was kind of cold that day. I tried to be more prepared this time and researched it. However, here’s a little bit of sage advice for you. When researching your destination it is most helpful to google the actual name of the place you are going to. It is less effective to google the name of local destination. In my defense, they are both islands. One is just located here in Wyoming.
I confused my coworkers when I told them I was going to Utah to visit the island that is 15 minutes away. Oh well. What can I say? I have my moments.
Saturday morning was overcast as we headed to the Antelope Island. We arrived 30 minutes after the park opened and couldn’t get over how empty it seemed. “This is the last weekend of the summer people!” We scolded to the missing visitors. “You should be out enjoying it!”
This is video taken at the visitor’s center. I was hoping to film some of the massive flocks of birds (that you can hear) but they were all shy. They would wait until out of view and then fly off. Oh and those two clicks you hear? They are MZ taking pictures.
We looked for the shortest hike that was marked Easy to Moderate and took it (because of time contraints – not because we are lazy. Well, they aren’t lazy). Although if you ask our opinion, it was more on the moderate side with a steep incline in the middle. It did give us a good view of the Great Salt Lake.
After the hike we walked down to the beach and smelled the fine aroma of a dead lake. Ever smelt a dead lake before? It stinks.
We then drove down to a ranch house in the middle of the island. I can’t imagine trying to make a living on the place. Even in mild weather it did not seem like a formidable location. I did learn one thing though, old barns creep me out. It’s true. I couldn’t get out fast enough.
We ate lunch on the island at the only place that offered food. It was a fun low-key day.