Thankful that the temperature had dropped almost thirty degrees overnight, I got busy making bagels and lox for breakfast. Gail had never had that before; I made it for her to justify my having ONLY capers in my refrigerator when we first moved in to our house. She thought it was hysterical...Jill moves, and the only item that she couldn't do without was a big bottle of capers!
I tried to explain my need for them; this time I demonstrated it.
Happily Gail liked cream cheese with lox on bagels with capers too!
We took our time eating, watching various birds coming and going from the feeder and just chatting about whatever came to our minds.
Another big day was ahead of us; this was the leisurely beginning to non-stop fun.
A bit before ten we left to drive downtown (a fifteen minute trip) to go to the Farmer's Market.
We got a parking place right across the street from the park and the market!
But that's just the sort of thing that happens when I am with Gail. We call it being blessed.
Everyone brings their dogs to the market. There is a fenced dog park within the park, so the dogs have their weekend fun too.
Who would have thought such an item could be made into a doggie fashion statement?
A corner of the park fills up with bikes, a valet service keeps an eye on your ride.
th of the July could be easily found.
Overhead the trees were creating their own bouquets.The time at the Farmer's Market was especially sweet for Gail and me.
When I first moved to SLC and knew no one in town, I went to the market and called Gail.
We talked as I walked, and I took pictures to send to her of what I saw.
This time she finally got to see it in person.
I wish we could have spent a few hours prowling the arts and crafts area, sampling all the delicious fruits, veggies, cheeses, breads, jams etc etc.
But we had an appointment for facials at 11 am!
Another "first" for Gail. When I was planning our activities before she came, she said she wouldn't mind having one, but it was OK if we didn't fit that into the day.
I went ahead and scheduled it.
We went in to the treatment rooms with our student skin care technicians for:
A face steaming.
A facial massage
A deep cleaning cream
Hot towel wraps
Rose petal toners, papaya enzyme peel, geranium rose oil aromatherapy while getting a foot massage
A couple of more hot towels
All while relining on the most comfortable bed, with soft music playing.
When I met Gail afterwards she was practically floating.
"The foot massage" she sighed. "I had no idea..."
(We later looked up where she can get similar treatments in Colorado Springs. Oh yeah...it is an addictive experience getting a facial!)
The sky became the topic of conversations. The bluest blue and fields of clouds were such a treat after the rather colorless sky the day before when the wind and the heat was so high.
I did look it up later: It is called a 22 degree halo, not a rainbow. Interesting, huh?
That's one of the things about hanging out with Gail: We always seem to happen upon unusual things of nature.
You can see the thin line cutting across the water that is the causeway that we drove over from land to the Antelope Island which (of course) is surrounded by lake.
The white sand is mostly salt.
Gail told me that she definitely wanted to swim in the lake while she was visiting.As she flew in and saw all the colors, she started wondering if it was such a good idea. "It looked icky" she said.
We assured her that where we would be swimming would be a deeper part of the lake.
As we drove across the causeway, she commented that it looked so pretty out there.We rolled down the windows so she could get a whiff of the land side shoreline decaying plant/shrimp/gull population odor. She started to worry again about what we had gotten her into!
(By the time we arrived at the island, the smell was gone, and she was game to go swimming again.)
When we spotted people hiking up a small mountain area, we pulled over (B. and I in sandals) and decided to go hiking too.
If you stepped off the trail, you stirred up a cloud of small grasshoppers about a half inch long.
They blended into the ground perfectly; you had to really look to see them after then landed again.
whiptail that he had ever caught. Gail moved right in to get a good look at the reptile as well. Earlier in the week she had sent me a picture of herself holding a beheaded rattlesnake that had been killed next to her car at work. She is not a squeamish type of person at all!
(No, Bernie didn't actually lip lock the thing. We used to call our cats "lizard lips" when they would bring home lizards; Bernie knew what I would have been calling him if he did kiss it!)
Baja, and both agreed that the rocky edges reminded us of the Mexican coastline.
There were a few other people around the area; we all took turns taking pictures of each others in the various scenic places.
Isn't it nice that people are still willing to do that now days?
Isn't it nice that people are still willing to do that now days?
sayed "This is the place!"
Of course anyone seeing the view would say the same thing...and be quite chagrined to later learn that water is incredibly salty.The lake has no outlet; it is the remaining body of water from when the area was a great sea from Idaho down to Arizona, eons and eons ago.
One young man had found a perfect perch to enjoy the view and think for a bit. He graciously offered it to me as I came by, but I declined; I was still too busy exploring and taking pictures of every scene.
Eventually we walked back down the trail, somewhat regretfully. I do know that the peak gets snow in the winter time; I will be back for more picture taking next winter for sure!
Don't you love natural plant groupings that look like they were planned?
(Well, they were, of course...by the Master Gardener!)
Even the individual rocks scattered about had natural embellishments to delight our eyes
I had never wanted to go camping on Antelope Island after hearing stories of insects that seem determined to have people for dinner. But on a day when the temperature was a perfect 82 degrees with a nice steady breeze, I was willing to re-consider the idea.
Back on the road we saw Antelope Island's namesake.
Thank goodness for zoom features on cameras!
One beachy cove on the island had showers and changing rooms. We got into our swimsuits and hiked down to the water's edge. It is a steep walk through deep sand, then on to harder sand with tiny reddish plants managing to grow in the brine soaked soil.
It is a little ways to get to the water....
Then you walk and walk and walk in the water and it never seems to get deeper than waist level.
The best thing to do is just flop on your back.
The salty water won't let you sink; you bob like a cork on the surface.
Gail was quite pleased; she said she always sinks and can't usually float at all!
If anyone ever feels that they really need to relax: may I suggest bobbing in the Great Salt Lake?
You may already have experienced how good an epson salt soak feels. Imagine how it would feel to swim in salt, relaxing your body until you feel limp and happy.
We walked back to shower up, passing families in beach gear and Japanese tourist with pressed slacks and shirts. So few people on such a pretty beach.
(I would be less than honest to mention that there are a lot of sand flies near the water's edge. They fly away as you approach and settle back down with each step you take. So, no, sitting at the water's edge would not be such a dreamy experience for long. You either sit in the water or a bit up higher on the drier sand if you wish to linger on the beach. )
Bernie pointed out a lizard's trail in the sand by the parking lot. How cute that the foot tracks are in the form of tiny hearts on the line created by the lizard's tail.
As the water sparkled like if diamonds were strewn about, I was so glad that this time I wouldn't be telling Gail about it.
This time we would share the memory together, like we share so many memories of visits over the years. While I wish we lived closer to each other, I find that each time we manage to get together, God seems to scheme to give us exceptional experiences that make unforgettable memories for us to share. We both are in awe of the times together that we have been given over the years.
We stopped for milk shakes and sweet potato fries with fry sauce (one of the signature foods of Utah), just enough to tide us over until we got home and I could make dinner.
At least that was the plan...until we sat down on the deck for a moment...
As it turned out, we both decided we would rather sleep than eat!
To be continued....