Antelope Island



Can you believe how close we could drive up to these beautiful animals?!!


In the middle of the enormous Salt Lake, there's an island you can get to by driving across a long causeway.  I took the kids there today for a spring break adventure.  My friend and her three kids came, too. (I had been once before, with D.H.)

I love Antelope Island; it reminds me of Scotland, especially the Isle of Lewis.  There are no trees and almost no buildings.  It's gorgeous, moody, windy, and wild.

At the visitor's center, we learned that the island's buffalo herd is the largest in America: 600. They descended from just 12 that were brought there originally.  We didn't see antelope but we saw many, many of the bison --and up close!!!  They were not afraid of or angry at our presence.  Just uninterested. So we drove close.

C.E. was scared at first.  Then she got out of the car.

My little A.J.

Beautiful little C.E.



The baby rode on my back most of the day.  Here he is with the hat over his eyes, and no one even noticed it.  He fell asleep like that.



This treeless, rolling island really reminds me of the Isle of Lewis in Scotland.  (With bison instead of sheep.)

Love the colors.

Very interesting poster that was part of the visitor's center museum:  It was an invitation to join the very last buffalo hunt in the United States, which was held on Antelope Island.

It was sooo windy.  What an exhilirating place to visit.

Random Thoughts

My head is spinning around with random thoughts.  I am low on sleep, I guess.

I miss my kids (CE and AJ)  It's spring break, and they are at their dad's for half the week.  I get them on Wednesday.  Since DH ended up having to work this week, we cancelled our plans to go to Moab.  I'm just day-tripping with the kids.  Wednesday will be zoo day.  Thursday, to Antelope Island or Thanksgiving Point.  This summer, we'll have all of our kids for the month of July.  A family of seven.

Right now, the baby's napping.  I am absolutely exhausted and should be napping.  The baby wakes up over and over to come and nurse and then DH or I have to take him back to his crib again.  I need to sleep. But I can't make myself do it.  My to do list is long and I can't relax because I know at any moment he'll wake up. 

Today I took him in the stroller to the grocery store. Love walking outdoors with a baby in a buggy.

Now that my hair's been brownish-blackish all one color for six months, (and blonde for the previous entire lifetime) I finally learned a fantastic secret.  You use mascara on those little gray hairs that pop up between hair dyings.  It works so well.  I'm amazed.

Last night we heard our brother in law performing a glorious 20-minute concerto at his university.  Wow.  He was on grand piano and had a huge orchestra all around him.  It was a thrill.  The baby was stunned and quiet for ten minutes.  Then he started trying to sing along and I had to take him out.

I am making carrot cake muffins today, and a super salad, for a neighborhood family who has a sick mom.  My friend is making the main dish for their dinner.

Some sad things have been happening with many friends.  You name it, it's happening.  Why!?  It drains me to be sad for people --especially when I can not do anything for them.  It drains me to see sad people who don't try to make their lives better, or who don't even try to be honest with themselves.  What a waste of this opportunity of life!  You can't shake people.  What can you do more than pray for them and bake for them?  Honestly.

I think back on sad times in my life, times when good people tried to shake sense into me.  I didn't listen for the most part.  It is a lucky person who is humble enough to listen to the wisdom of the ages instead of bruising his/her own self on the path of experience.  I guess that's what scriptures are for.

I listened to a conference talk called "Hope" today.  It was good.  The speaker said, though, that many of the best ideas in the world get smashed on the reef of good intentions.  Positive intentions are not enough. There has to be action. You have to act on your hope for things.  This made me think.  Do I do what I think I will do someday, or will I never?  What stops me from it?  Will ponder this one for awhile.