After a week of partying, family, wedding planning, school, and long work hours—I begged Danny to take me away. He is so good.
He picked me up at six thirty and we drove to a look-out place to catch the sunrise. I packed breakfast burritos and hot chocolate (which we packed in our new Thermos cooler…thanks Karma!).
Sunrises are quick. I haven’t seen one for quite sometime…being a morning person doesn’t mean waking-up before the sun. Anyhow…it was nice. Then we drove the hour and a half drive up to Antelope Island. The drive was pretty uneventful—except for the fact that Danny was very tired. I took over driving about 45 minutes. It was my first time driving Stacy (Danny’s car which apparently has only one purpose—to build character. Danny and I renamed it the sexy white beast.), and I realized that we are very blessed indeed that nothing has fallen off the car as of yet. When driving on the freeway with the SWB, I was sure the dashboard was going to vibrate right off the car. And I am pretty sure it will someday and if we live through it—we are going to have one terrifying story to tell…
Moving on. We arrived at the causeway and had a peaceful ten minute drive over to the island listening to the AM dial with information and history on the island and smelling the brine stench. Pretty sure we still smell like brine shrimp.
Since there are only two different roads to choose from (left or right) we chose right…and were lucky enough to see our first buffalo on Antelope Island. Yep. Not antelope—which are graceful, light footed, and lean—but big, brawny, and brown monsters. Of course we took a picture.
Then we headed to the first sandy beach we could find. I love the beach. Danny asked me the last time I had walked barefoot in Utah sand—which was never. He warned me that the sand in Utah was not usually pleasant to walk on—and I boastingly asked him when the last time he walked on Washington sand was. Washington doesn’t have sand. Washington has rocks. The sand was wonderful for the first few yards—cool, damp, and thick. Heaven. Then it turned a little rocky…then we decided leaving out shoes at the car was a poor choice indeed. We were tiptoeing down the forever long beach until we finally reached the very salty water.
I skipped my first rock since I was a little girl (I was never very good at it). Danny was a pro. It was turning out to be quite a nice day.
Then we drove all over the island, saw buffalo up close, toured a ranch, pet a horse, and finally found ourselves at the bistro. We ate buffalo burgers.
At that point we decided we were done with the island as we were tired, hot, sweaty, smelled, and the car needed gas—we did not want to be stuck alone on some deserted buffalo island with only one bag of chips to eat…
Thus we left and drove to Bountiful to see the temple. We drove around it and got very excited. 35 days.
It was a great outing. We have decided to do picnic days like this more often…and when we get married we are going to make them camping trips—as we both like camping. Life is fun.
