No-Antelope Island

We took a little trip up to the Great Salt Lake the other day to a state park called Antelope Island just to check it out, because well, that’s what we do.  A man made road bridge takes you out to the lake’s largest island for some hiking trails and great scenery of the lake and the mountain ranges.  There were quite a lot of hiking trails up the steep slopes of the island, but on a cold day with a couple of small children, we didn’t brave any of them.  We did drive around to check out the buffalo that roam mostly free on the island, having been introduced there in the 1800’s.  We learned a lot about the lake at the visitor’s center and checked out an operational ranch on the island that’s been there since way back when.  The funny thing was, for an island named after the wild antelope, there weren’t any living on it.  Would have made more since to call it Buffalo Island, but hey, that’s why I don’t name islands I guess.  Anyway, not a bad day trip, and of course perfect for photo opportunities.  

Paul posing with a miniature buffalo.  Actually, we tried to get him to go stand by it or even try to ride it, but he opted to keep his distance.  Probably for the best.

Getting his cheeks, apparently.  

 Adam rode this wild stallion at the ranch.  Future rodeo star, I'm sure.

I practiced my roping skills, here catching a wild Polywog, a rare species in these parts, but easy to find due to their constant, annoying ability to never stop chattering, screaming, and otherwise bouncing off the walls.

 Adam was just a little worried by this.

We explored the rocky cliffs, looking over the great salty lake and distant snowy peaks.  Our Ute Indian Scout known as "Little Screaming Boy" led the way.

Pretty amazing views from on top of the island mountains.  We'll have to go back some other day when it's warmer and hike some of the other trails.