Anniversary at Antelope Island

Trip Start Jul 02, 2010
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Trip End Jul 16, 2010


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Antelope Island State Park

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

We left Yellowstone after sleeping in a bit and headed south on the John D. Rockefeller Memorial Highway for the rocky iced summits of the Grand Tetons. It was not long before they hovered large and impressive to the west of the road we travelled. Of all the mountains we have seen on this trip the Grand Tetons are the most striking. Their tall vertical peaks reach above 13,000 feet and seem to dwarf anything in the surrounding area. Viewing them is even more impressive if done from the shores of Jenny Lake lying at their feet.

We made our way to the ski resort town of Jackson, Wyoming and stopped at the visitor's center there which sat on the edge of an elk preserve. The center was a mini museum with specimens of all the fauna in the area laid out in a short two-story ramp walk that wound around the building. Jackson was a quaint little town and you could see the clean construction of new shops and stores along every street. If I was a skier I would definitely mark this as a place to possibly visit again.

Down the road after we entered Idaho we were in for a big surprise in the form of Bear Lake. The waters were a deep blue and the entire lake was ringed with ridges born right out of its shore. The lake seemed to go on forever and we dreamed of stopping and renting a jet-ski to join the numerous boaters and swimmers enjoying the water on a perfect July day. We pressed on and climbed higher into the mountains with lake views popping up occasionally from the curvy switchbacks of the road.

The land in Idaho and Northern Utah was gorgeous and we were passed a couple of times one way and then the other by a Ferrari and a Porsche putting their sports cars through the rigors of the hairpin turns and dramatic curves. Their California plates put them far from home, but then again so were we - only we were in a Kia Rondo. My envy faded when I realized that trying to sleep in a Ferrari is probably not too comfortable and attaching a cargo carrier to a Porsche doesn’t look too slick.

Back on I-15 heading south after passing through Logan, Utah we were on a fast track to Antelope Island where we would be staying for the night. We resupplied in Ogden, Utah and got on the long 7 mile causeway that traverses the Great Salt Lake to the island. Flocks of gulls surrounded us and they flew inches from the car as they scattered upon our approach. The salty mineral smell of the Salt Lake was unusual and hard to describe but the best we could come up with was strong ocean water mixed with decaying organic matter – a little fishy and a little swampy. It was pretty potent but did not take long to get used to. The island itself was mostly treeless and filled with low brush and grasses painted in muted pastels. A sharp ridged hill dominated the center and its slopes descended gently down to the lakeshore of crusty minerals and white sand.

Antelope Island is truly magical and there is probably no other place like it on earth. It is the largest island on the Great Salt Lake and is filled with Buffalo, Antelope, Coyotes, Bobcats, and numerous smaller mammals like Jack Rabbits and Chipmunks. We arrived shortly before sunset and before we even set up camp prepared a meal of Italian cold cuts, fresh mozzarella, bread, a salad of cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions drenched in herbs, balsamic vinegar, and olive oil, then plopped in our chairs to enjoy the sun going down as we ate. The evening air was dry and comfortable as the sun sank slowly over a ridgeline directly across the lake casting a bright golden reflection that lit up our camp. It was a glorious setting and a wonderful way for Hannah and me to celebrate our anniversary.
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Mama on

7-9-10
Missing you...everything looks so beautiful...Where are you now?

Kevin on

Congrats on the anniversary.

I spent the day in beautiful downtown Conway.

The stoplights were a hazy shade of green, red and yellow. And the street signs were demonstrably larger than street signs I've encountered in other areas of the region.

After a delicious meal of chesseburger and garden salad accompanied with Ranch dressing at a quaint little mom and pop restaurant known as Ruby Teusday, I gassed the car up for the remainder of our trip home. Before I pointed my car home, I took notice one last time of the stifling humidity and the just below the surface racism and homophobia. I then strapped myself in for the scenic journey home.

As we turned our car back on the interstate, I began texting an employee and truly marveled at the wonders of nature, especially the inumerable amount of used car lots that dotted the horizon and spanned into the forseeable distance.

FAIL!!!

I hope you two have many more years of wedded bliss. Pick me up a piece of Jerry's hair when you are in San Francisco.

Love you guys. Be safe. Have fun.

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