Second stop the golden spike.
Third stop the Great Salt Lake, the old marina,
and the big float.
But it was just about the coolest thing I have ever seen.
We must have spent 2 hours out there just wandering around.
Hi Ginger Dog!
Then a storm moved in...and vanished.
Oh-oh, that's how.
In this family barbed-wire is meant for climbing.
Well expect for the flat tire...
So we got a flat tire but BC and Fish caught the hissing and put a plug in it. That was a good thing because as it turned out BC didn't pack the jack or a lug wrench. BC you got a paddle cause you might just be up shit creek? ...I thought this was Rosebud Creek?
Mom wake up we need somebody to calmly freak out.
Yep, sort of a shitty spot to get a hopeless flat tire.
Let's get our priorities straight: Coffee, lizards, & then petty larceny.
But we followed all proper gate customs. And thanks to the family tradition known as the 'baptism bet', where you find a body of water on a map such as death canyon res. and sight unseen you commit to full body dunk-age, we were able to be sin free. Sometimes this bet thing turns out better than other times but we scored after leaving the van 4 miles up an impassable road taking the last 2+ miles on foot...
Now that little dog is thinking that no one can make her go in but this pic was taken a split second before BC launched her about six feet into the air and into that lake.
Turns out she has a good reason for not loving water,
she can't swim so he had to help her out :(