Sunday, March 22, 2009

Islands, Railroads and the Serengeti.

On Tuesday after work we decided to go out to Antelope Island for some bike riding. The entrance fee is $9.00 now, but I guess that helps keep the riff raff out :)

Looking towards Fremont Island and the Promontory Mountains from the causeway.

Looking towards the Wasatch Mountains from Buffalo Point, where we had our lunch.

"Here kitty, kitty!" - Some dumb tourist who wanted to pet a buffalo. At least he was smart enough to keep close to the corrals.

Biker Van Buren doing tricks.

"Look Ma! No hands!"

We started the bike ride down by the bay. It's a very steep climb!

Looking west towards Stansbury Island. We had to ride our brakes the whole way down this path. It made the climb up the hill worth it!
Lance and Lee way below.
One of our many stops to rest.

There are a lot of interesting faces etched into the cliffs along the beach. It would be a great place for a Halloween party.
The fossilized head of some pre-historic creature.

Lee in the creature's mouth.

We returned to the truck by way of the beach - we were too tired and it was too dark to return the way we came. We are definitely going to be back soon for more exploring.
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Yesterday (Saturday) we decided to head north. We ended up at the Golden Spike National Historic Park.

Where the last spike was driven.

Awaiting his hero.

From the Golden Spike park we drove on a very rough dirt road to see the famous Spiral Jetty. Lance kept getting tongue tied and called it the Serengeti. It's not quite as impressive as pictures we've seen of it because the lake level is so low, but it was definitely worth the trip.

Hmmm, yummy!

Almost everything is encrusted in salt.

Lance standing in the Great Salt Puddles. (Thanks goodness global warming really doesn't exist)

Ten of thousands of brine shrimp eggs floating in the water, waiting to hatch out into the famous Sea Monkeys.

It looks like ice where the lake used to be but it's just salt.

Interesting crystals that form out of the salt.

There were thousands of little caterpillars crawling over the salt beds, leaving tiny trails behind them. They must taste bad because the birds weren't eating them.

What happens when your trailer gets a flat in the desert.

Lance on a cliff above the salt beds and the lake. The northern end of the lake has a pinkish hue to it because of the red algae. It doesn't show up too well in pictures.

Heading back to the truck though the salt beds after dark.

We'll be back!

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