To celebrate labor day weekend, we decided to head over to
flaming gorge—a part of UT we had never been to before. We left on Saturday
morning and drove to vernal (which, btw, we had never been to before). We
conveniently got there in time to hit the DI right as it opened, which was fun.
Then we headed over to a place called the McConkie Ranch and
went on a couple short hikes around the place to see pictographs and
petroglyphs. There were a ton of them, which was really exciting. But, sadly, a
lot of them were drawn on or over. It was frustrating sometimes because it was
hard to tell which images were authentic and which ones weren’t. Despite this,
though, there were a lot of images that you could tell were genuine pictographs
and/or petroglyphs. These were some of our favorites.
Once we finished at the ranch, we moved on to Flaming Gorge.
We got there, taking the left side of the gorge. We got a camp site, and then
crossed the dam and went down to the Green River. We tried our hand at fishing
but had zero luck. We were rewarded with the beauty of the river, and W caught
5 lizards, which he was very proud of!
We went back to our camp site and discovered upon trying to
set up the tent that I had accidentally brought our 2-person tent rather than
our family-size tent. After a lot of thought about how to deal with this, W
offered to sleep outside on his own (to fulfill a scout requirement), and I
said that B, S, and I could all fit in the small tent together. It was a tight
fit in the tent, but we made it. And W successfully made it through the night
on his own sleeping in just his sleeping bag (on top of a big plastic bag)
underneath some pine trees. It worked out really well.
he's very bundled up. this is how he sleeps in a tent though too. he always gets hunkered down in his bag.
On Sunday morning, we got up and packed our things. We drove
to McKinnon, WY to go to church there. There were closer places, but I thought
it would be neat to make it to WY. And it was neat. McKinnon is a very small,
rural town, but the ward was wonderful. They were very welcoming and warm. We
were going to just go for the first hour, but we liked the people so much we
stayed for all three hours. The building was old and reminded me of the
meetinghouse I went to as a little kid. The primary room was up some stairs in
kind-of an attic area, and there was a downstairs area too. W and S were two of
eight kids in primary that day. It was a cool experience for them to see what
things are like outside of the big wards we’re used to. We even met a woman and
man who served a mission in Papua New Guinea.
After church, Brian and I sat down to discuss what we should
do next. We had originally planned on staying in the Flaming Gorge area during
the entire weekend (including seeing Dinosaur National Monument), but we
quickly realized that flaming gorge wasn’t for us. You need a boat or to float
down the Green River to enjoy a place like that, and we weren’t going to be
doing any of that. So we got out the atlas and looked at what was in the
McKinnon area. There didn’t seem to be much right by McKinnon, but I did see
Grant Teton NP about 4-5 hours north of where we were at. I threw out the idea,
and B grabbed it. So we jumped in the car and headed up to the Tetons!
It felt exhilarating to be headed to such a cool place that
we hadn’t been planning on. Oh boy oh man, oh man oh boy! The drive was
lengthy—it really did take about 4.5 hours—but we saw tons of antelope. We saw
well over 100, which is so many more than I had seen in the 32 years preceding
that drive. We loved the Hoback River area, which was gorgeous. The river
looked amazing.
Then we got into Jackson. We weren’t sure what kind of
camping might be available in the Tetons—so we cruised through Jackson, but W
and S got very excited when they saw all of the antlers in the town square. We
soon made it into the park and had a wonderful view of those Tetons. They were
beautiful. To our relief and delight, there were plenty of camp spots
available. We made our way to a campground on the southern end of the park and
got a spot near the river.
B heard about a heated pond area in the Tetons that had
tropical fish in it (fish that people have put in it). He heard about it, and
told me about it, about 11 years ago, which was the last time we had been to
the Tetons. Ever since then he has wanted to go to that pond. We asked a ranger
about it, and made it there Sunday night. The sun was going down over the
Tetons, there was a single bison about 100 yards away from us, and we
circumnavigated the pond to see the fish.
We headed back to the campground. While B and I set up the
tent, W went down to the river to look around in the fading light. All of a
sudden, he ran back to us at top speed to tell us that he had just seen a
mother moose with her two babies! We grabbed the camera and ran down to the
river. It was very exciting. W and S had never seen a moose, and here were
three only about 50 yards away. W was so proud that he had spotted them. He
thought it was funny that the moose had sounded like an old man—snorting and
making strange throat-clearing noises. What a treat.
That night we had a campfire and tried making brownies in
foil. That didn’t work well, but it was fun to have a fire. That night W slept
in the car, and the rest of us slept in the tent again.
We got up the next morning and cleaned up/packed up our
campsite. We saw a big bull moose on our way out (it was a big of a distance
away, but we had our trusty binoculars). We also saw some deer and elk. We went
over to a part of the park we’d never been before and went on a 7-mile hike
around Phelps Lake and into then into Death Canyon. It didn’t rain on us during
the night, which was a blessing, but it did rain on us during our hike—really
it rained on us the whole hike. We wore our ponchos (except W who was soaked by
the end) and made it through quite well. The Tetons were obscured with all of
the clouds, but the lake was pretty and there weren’t a lot of people around,
which is always a plus for us. We saw some Mountain Chickadees—a new bird for
us—and really enjoyed the views of Death Canyon. It was beautiful. Sadly, we
didn’t see a pika (I was constantly on the lookout for one) or many animals
besides the new chickadees, but it was beautiful, and we had a good time.
On our way out from the hike, there was a small group of
cars pulled off the side of the road. We pulled off to and found—to our
delight—that there was a black bear in the woods nearby. It came out, and we
got pretty close to it. So close, in fact, that I ordered us all back into the
car. But then it changed course and headed in a different direction. It made
its way across the road and started eating some berries, which seemed like a
perfect bear thing to do. It seemed oblivious to the gawking people snapping
pictures.
Funny, too, there was a little backup of cars by the time
the bear started eating the berries. One of the cars being held up started
honking and yelling out the window “I’m on my way to my wedding! Move out of
the way please!” The lady yelled this and things like “I’m going to be late for
my wedding!” many times before the car in front of hers moved out the way. I
wondered if the people in the car in front of her didn’t speak English. It was
funny and strange and very frustrating for her all at the same time.
We did a little more sightseeing around the park—and in some
areas just outside the park (on the southeast side). We saw some nice birds,
including an osprey nest but not any other large animals. But, again, the
scenery was gorgeous.
Sadly, by about 4 o’clock we knew we needed to leave the
park. We headed back to Jackson and stopped at the town square with the elk
antlers. W and S loved seeing all of those antlers. Then we cut through the
mountains to head out. We got out of the mountains (the less steep of the two
mountain passes) and drove through the Star Valley area of WY. It was so
idyllic—with soft, rolling hills and valleys with farming and livestock. We saw
a lot of birds of prey and some deer. It was very scenic.
We got to go through a small portion of ID, and went through
Montpelier. While we were driving through town, I saw a big statue of Old
Ephraim—the last grizzly bear of Bear Lake/Cache County area! Although we had a
mantra on this trip of “Mom won’t stop for anything,” we did turn around
excitedly to stop at the statue of Old Ephraim, which, according to the sign
there, was built to scale. OE was big! It was so fun to see him. Honestly,
finding that statue was one of the highlights of the trip for me.
s ran immediately over to old ephraim and started reading. makes you feel proud to see your seven-year-old do that!
We went through Bear Lake and stopped to get some of their
famous raspberry shakes. I have wanted a raspberry shake from Bear Lake ever
since we went there a few years ago (my first time there). I have always
regretted that we didn’t get some. But, I come to find out that B has wanted a
Bear Lake raspberry shake since he was about W’s age! We stopped at the same
place that B had always wanted to get a shake and ate outside in the warm-cool
Labor Day evening. The shakes were delicious—very worth the effort!
We headed through Logan Canyon to continue our journey home.
Right before we got into Cache County, B said that he saw a big bird up on top
of a tree along the side of the highway. Then he said, “It’s an owl!” So being
the family that we are, I immediately pulled off the side of the road and we
jumped out with our camera and binoculars. To our extreme delight (imagine how
extreme it was!), we saw that it was a Great Horned Owl perched on top of a
nearby pine tree. Oh man oh boy, oh boy oh man! This was literally a dream come
true for me (I have dreams of seeing owls perched on trees). We watched the big
bird excitedly for about 5 minutes—shaking from a combination of the excitement
and cold. Then we tried to get closer, which made it fly away. We got to see it
spread it’s beautiful, large wings and fly off. So, so cool.
The rest of the trip home was fairly uneventful. We stopped
in Logan quickly for dinner and got home around 11pm. We were exhausted, but in
a good way. This is definitely a trip for the family history books.
PS—The next morning, W and S got up for school. I told them
to tell everyone about their great trip but not to rub it in since probably
their friends didn’t have such an amazing weekend. S came home from school that
day and told me that she told her friends about seeing the moose and going to
the Tetons, but she didn’t mention the owl. As she said, “I didn’t tell them
about seeing the owl because I didn’t want them to get distracted. The owl was
way too exciting.”
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Wow! What an eventful trip!
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