buffalo

Off to Salt Lake City for a 3 day marathon weekend – my 6th marathon & first Saturday race day.

Runner’s Expo bib pick up at Energy Solutions Arena (home of the NBA’s Utah Jazz), then off to Antelope Island – my pre-race Utah adventure.  The Great Salt Lake is large enough to be seen from space — [so for me] an obvious go-to destination.

Antelope Island is accessed via a causeway west of Ogden.  Pronghorn Antelope?  Yeah, yeah they’ve been reintroduced to the island – but why did I go?  BUFFALO.  Free roaming herds of buffalo inhabit this island – so much so that each October they roundup herds, update vaccinations & sell off 100-150 head to maintain balance.

Quick stop at the Visitors Center to boost my knowledge base –

  • Why salty vs fresh water?  [lake is a bowl with no water outlet]
  • Do fish inhabit Salt Lake? [nope, only brine shrimp]
  • If no fish, what do the sea gulls eat? [lotta gnats & other insects]
  • First Anglo to settle Antelope Island?  [fur trapper Jim Bridger]

 

Bucking against ranger advice, hiked up Buffalo Point for pic ops of the Great Salt Lake.  Amazing landscape shots against Utah’s snow-capped Rockies (Wasatch Mountains).  Beautiful but then… GNATS

Hundreds of gnats settled on my cap, shirt, neck, in my ears, eyes, mouth.  Appears the rangers were rightit really is gnat birthing season.  Rushed back down the trail, stepping on a snake on my trek return.  Not a rattlesnake (which is what I initially thought) but rather a Great Basin gopher snake.  Vigorously shook off, ducked in my rental & turned the AC on high.  Goal?  Freeze all remaining insects resting on my body & clothing.  I’m not crazy squeamish but these swarms were epic.

Meanwhile…only 20 minutes away on the other side of the island roamed herds of BUFFALO.  On a cerebral level, I understand these are genetic cousins to our domestic cattle – but in person, these massive mammals represent the American West.  Native to our continent, muscular, strong – I’m a HUGE fan.  WOW!

Saw jackrabbits which ridiculed the size of my neighborhood’s bunnies – huge feet, enormous ears.  Didn’t leave before snapping shots of deer & a coyote.  Whole lotta wildlife.

Can’t imagine day-to-day life for those first frontier pioneers but for me, Utah’s Great Salt Lake – a ‘must-see’ destination.

 

Last month Ashton mentioned ice fishing as a possible birthday adventure.  Sounds fun, right?

Quick google search, followed by a phone call to Big Ed’s & our reservation on Dillon Reservoir was set.

Woke crazy early on Saturday – sure it’s snowing, but we’re scheduled to be on a frozen lake by 9am.

Unfortunately, our state’s only east-west through-way, I-70, was operating at a standstill – multiple accidents.  3 hours later, highway closed just past Georgetown. ARGH!  Plan B?  Enjoyed breakfast at the Happy Cooker & rescheduled for ice fishing Sunday.

Day 2, another early start.  Arrived in plenty of time to help our guide set-up & drill holes with an electric ice auger.  4 feet of solid ice, fluffy snow & sunshine.  Beautiful lake, beautiful day.

Fishing Guide Randy started us out with jigs, then bait.  Salmon eggs.  Two nibbles but never a real bite.  Ash, our experienced fisherwoman, dropped line & soon after snagged a small rainbow trout.

An hour later, a 2nd trout (which she threw back).  And a third which jumped line after cresting the surface.

Ashton 3, everyone else ZERO.  Runner-up honors to Tom who reeled in at least 4 yard-long sticks.  AND special thanks to Matt who chauffeured us cross state – not once, but twice.

Ended the day with Randy talking up Ashton – and only Ashton – on fly fishing this summer, while the rest of us stood around hoping to be included.  LOL>

Sunshine, snow & 3 fish — what’s not to love?  Ice fishing in the Rockies, highly recommended 🙂

 

UPDATE:

Later I prepared Ash’s catch while everyone was showering.  HUGE FAN of rainbow trout!   Tay-stee 🙂

 

CLICK to WATCH ‘Ice Fishing (Dillon Reservoir, CO)’

 

 

TATANKA!  Wednesday nite with a film classic…

 

Dances with Wolves (1990) HQ trailer

“The strangeness of this life cannot be measured; in trying to produce my own death, I was elevated to the status of a living hero.”