Last year I went to Ogden, Utah in November. The roads were a little wintry when I traveled home and I decided never to travel that stretch of road again during winter. And I didn’t. At least, I didn’t again last winter. Imagine my surprise when I realized I planned a trip on the same road at almost the exact time this year.
It was Lyn’s idea to begin with. “We need to take a road trip,” she said in July. “Maybe up to the park or somewhere in September.”
We took a look at our calendars. As luck would have it, I was available for exactly two weekends and so was she. But the opposite weekends. So, we settled for a plan B during Labor Day weekend.
Labor Day. I do not like Labor Day at all. It is such a depressing day filled with regret of missed opportunities for summer days. It is the second worst day of the year.
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.
It wasn’t going to be very adventurous this year. Not compared to last year’s road trip. But I was excited for a low-key vacation.
For Christmas, my older sister MZ and her daughter Lyn gave my little sister NJ and me tickets to see the traveling Broadway production of Wicked when it came to Salt Lake. We were excited – even though Lyn complained we weren’t “excited enough” on Christmas morning. To be fair, what we were looking at were receipt printouts since the tickets wouldn’t be available till later. It took a moment or two to register.
The night before vacation was rather busy. After work I ran a few errands including grocery shopping. While at the store I text my dad and asked if he had already eaten dinner. He replied he was having another “spell” and didn’t feel like eating. I took a deep breath.
His “spells” have been troublesome for some time now. People ask what they involved. All I could tell them is it appeared to be some kind of lower stomach pain. Lately it culminated in him becoming sick and cleansing whatever it was out of his system.
It’s been my goal to attend the temple on a monthly basis this year. So far, so good. But July’s calendar looked exhausting on my phone. Almost every day had a little dot associated with it. Those dots generally represented to-do’s or places I needed to be.
Ugh, I thought. When am I going to squeeze in a 200 mile round trip to the temple?
Since I had the fourth off I decided that would be my best bet. But the temple was closed for the holiday. Hmmm. I had a lot on my plate to think about, what if I went down Thursday after work, attended the temple, then stayed for the night? On Friday I could mosey my way home and do a little sightseeing that I’m usually too pressed for time to enjoy.
Yes, I’d make a night of it.
Thursday went rather smoothly all according to plan.
Friday I woke up and decided to start my way back home. My first stop was Taco Bell to grab some breakfast. While ordering noticed groups of people walking in a common direction.
“Is there going to be a parade this morning?” I asked my friendly Taco Bell worker.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Is it going to be on that main road?” The main road out of town. Also known as my escape route.
“Yep.”
“Is there another way out of town?” I asked.
“Oh, well you take a right out of the parking lot then a left, then do kind of a zig-zag….” her directions went on but she lost me at the zig zag. When she finished she looked at me and asked, “Do you want me to write this down?”
I scoffed. We stood in Po-dunk USA. Surely, it would not be that complicated to find my way out of town.
I enjoyed my breakfast burrito and took my tray to the trash. Instead of emptying the contents of my tray, I accidently let go and threw the whole tray away. Never done that before? It’s embarrassing, let me tell you. (sigh) And, unfortunately, a good indicator how the rest of my trip would go.
It turns out it is possible to get lost in Po-dunk USA. I figured I would eventually connect with the highway out of town. I figured all wrong. I drove for several minutes. The houses turned into ranches. The ranches became sparse. I continued my way determined the roads would intersect.
Finally, I realized the road I was on was never going to connect with the highway. I checked the map app on my phone to confirm (because I was sure the highway was just over the “next hill”). It couldn’t even tell me where I was. I had no choice but to back track.
No worries! Just an added adventure to my day.
I finally made my way to the highway and pointed in the right direction started for home.
For the past ten years since I’ve been attending this particular temple, I noticed a fun trail alongside the road. I’m usually in too big of a hurry to stop and hike it thought. But today, today would be the day. I pulled over to the trail head and was surprised I was the only car in the parking lot until I saw the sign.
So, I climbed in the car and continued on my way. It wasn’t the only stop I was going to make that day. I still had another one a ways down the road.
There were a couple of mishaps along the way but thankfully I was watched over and protected. One was my fault the other another driver’s. But I made it safely to my next destination. It was a place I had visited years ago with my family. I knew there were trails to follow and a visitor’s center. The exact details were a bit fuzzy since it had been so many years ago.
I followed the signs to the restaurant and store. Nothing about it looked familiar. I asked the clerk for details about the trails. He pulled out a couple of maps. “This one will take you to the overlooks,” he said. “It’s only about ¾ mile there and another mile to the visitor’s center.” I nodded and ignored the other map he had out with day long hikes. “Can I drive to the visitor’s center?”
“You can, but I suggest you hike it and leave your car here.”
Okay. So, I set off to see the overlooks. Should I change shoes? I wondered and looked at the sandals on my feet. Nah, it’s only ¾ mile.
Yeah, it’s only ¾ mile from the sign down the road. I walked along the dusty trail. The only visitor on it at the time. Although remnants of horses dotted the path. I continued on in my sandals. After all, I’m the girl who wore flip-flops to the Grand Canyon.
I arrived at the first overlook and looked over the canyon.
Then I heard the rumble of thunder and looked up at some pretty dark clouds. Oh dear. I decided to head back to the car. Truth be told, I just didn’t want my phone to get wet. I walked pretty fast back to the car.
I decided to try and drive to the visitor’s center. It took two minutes. I walked around the trail close to the center and had the eerie feeling of familiarity but not quite remembering the details. I remembered being there before years ago and seeing the tree struck by lightning. But it was all rather fuzzy and not coming in clear.
I decided it would be real nice to be home. So, I climbed in my car and continued on my way. Nothing else exciting happened and arrived home in the afternoon. Just in time to take a nap before I headed over to my brother’s house for dinner.
It wasn’t a bad way to spend the Fourth. Maybe I’ll even make it a tradition?
Wait, wait wait. One of those little blips in the distance is my ride. Sand dunes, Rexburg, Idaho
Idaho Falls and the temple in the distance
A view of Jackson Hole, Wyoming in the valley. On the summit of Teton Pass.
Wyoming scene without the fence
and with the fence. Which one do you like better? I like them both.
The Tetons (and my weekend trip) in the rearview mirror. Wait, is it to late to go back to Jackson and make that left turn instead of right? Trust me on this, Sunday ck, Monday ck will regret that right turn.
I went to Utah for Mother’s Day. It’s the same philosophy I follow with birthdays – if I’m out of town, it does not exist.
My plan was to return late Sunday afternoon. I took Monday off from work and planned on it being a great catch-up day. All those projects keeping me up at night with worry? I was going to cross them off my list. I planned on leaving about 5:00 Sunday evening.
But a snowstorm kept me another night.
A snowstorm? In May?
Welcome to the Rockies.
But it’s a well-known fact, spring snowstorms don’t last. They melt quickly.
So, I figured I’d stay the night but leave first thing Monday morning. I could still get home in plenty of time to get things done.
The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning is check the Wyoming road report.
What? Closed?
I looked out the window and saw this.
What? Closed?
I checked again.
The data didn’t change.
I lamented on Facebook that I was stuck – in all places – Utah (no offense to any Utahans. You’d feel the same way if you were in Wyoming and couldn’t get home).
I was told they were letting local traffic through.
Hmm. Wyoming’s border is approximately half-way on my trip home. I wanted to make sure this was true so that I wouldn’t get stuck on the road. I mean, I may have been in Utah still but at least I had a home to hang out in and wait.
I decided to make sure I could, in fact, make it home if I started out. So I sent an email to Wyoroad.info site. They were pretty prompt in their reply. But the response did not reassure me.
I watched an episode of Veronica Mars on television and decided I’d leave when it was over. When it ended I decided to watch one more – just to make sure.
It was 1:00.
I felt restless. “I’m going to try,” I sent a text to my family.
As soon as I climbed in my car, I received an email saying the road was open.
I did not put my cruise control on and I made very good time. Until I reached the last Sister. Thanks to construction and the road closure, traffic came to a standstill.
Stuck in traffic? what’s a girl to do? Take pictures of course!
Look at that line up behind me!
Part of the problem – the road went from 2 lanes to 3 lanes down to 1 lane for construction.
I did make it home finally. It is normally only takes about 2.75 hours to get back. It took me almost 3.5 hours. But I made it home.
The reason for the closure? The spring snowstorm caused so much havoc east of us that it caused a chain reaction with the closures.
The important thing is I made it home. No, I did not get my great catch-up and get ahead day. But I did manage to (barely) keep my head above water all week.
Those are just the fun types of adventures you get when you live in Wyoming. And probably an example of how I make things more difficult than they need to be. It’s a talent.
State #1: this sign about tore up my car. It snuck up on me and is a very unassuming sign. Kinda like, “Hey, looks like you’re entering Nebraska. It’s a pretty long state. “
One long stretch of 25mph in Nebraska
My excellent security system. Hey, it allowed me to sleep at night.
State #3
State #2
Independence Temple Plot
Community of Christ temple
First edition Book of Mormon
Independence Temple Plot
Independence Temple cornerstone
Independence Temple cornerstone
Because you know I dig random statues
View from the Community of Christ’s temple
I don’t know why this sign outside of the Truman home made me giggle. I think the humidity got to my brain.
Jim Bridger?! You know, we think we’re the mobile generation but people have always been on the move. Jim traveled over 900 miles. And he didn’t do it in a car!
Creepy dude laying claim to the pool
No worries! The restroom situation is covered at Adam-Ondi-Ahman
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Adam-Ondi-Aham. A pretty photogenic place.
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Cute little missionaries’ home at Adam-Ondi-Ahman. How cool would that be to serve there?!
Long stretch of Missouri road
Haun’s Mill
Adam-Ondi-Aham
Haun’s Mill
Haun’s Mill
Haun’s Mill
Missouri River
Zoom in. Closer. Closer. There – see the Kansas City Temple?
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Kansas City Temple
Liberty Jail Replica
Liberty Jail Replica
Liberty Jail Replica
Liberty Jail Replica
Me in front of Liberty Jail. Kinda weird, I know.
Flowers at Far West. So Utah!
Far West Temple Plot
Deseret Book at Far West
David Whitmer’s grave
Oliver Cowdery’s grave
Salvaged tombstones from Pioneer Cemetery
Richmond cemetery on the hillside
Richmond cemetery on the hillside
Missouri River
Approaching the Missouri River. Way. Down. There.
Just gave me the giggles.
Um, the Missouri River?
Missouri River
Missouri River
Missouri River
Missouri River
Missouri River
Missouri River
Missouri River
State #4. Believe you me, this counts!!
State #4. Believe you me, this counts!!
Winter Quarters Temple
Foggy morning at Gothenburg. Oh, that’s a good title for a murder mystery.
Read this while watching Twister on tv.
I snuck up on Winter Quarters Temple
Winter Quarters Temple
Winter Quarters Temple
Winter Quarters Temple
State #5. No other reason for crossing the border than to get this picture.
View from Abe’s overlook. This is Wyoming.
Abe turns up like a bad penny! Ain’t I hilarious?!
You know, Our Lady of Peace statue at the border of Wyo and Nebraska. Makes sense – right?
Mr. Lincoln – at the highest point of I-80 (originally the Lincoln Highway)