My friend Scott stopped in Salt Lake on his way back home to Florida after a 6-week jaunt across the States. His hair has grown by leaps and bounds since I first met him in the mid-90s. We visited Antelope Island at the Great Salt Lake, a first for both of us.
I am wrapped tight in my hoodie because tiny little black bugs (brine flies) were landing on -- and biting -- every uncovered inch of me.
Speaking of bugs. I used this repellent against the tiny ones. We tried to avoid these huge black beetles that raised their butts about to spray us with poison, though. At one point, Scott went to step on one, but I -- in a longwinded protest -- cried, "No! They are a vital part of the ecosystem!"
Don't ask me why this hand-print covered bull was there, facing the mountains to the east. I tried to tip it, though.
For those of you who haven't gotten up close and personal lately. Scott said this photo makes him "look old." (Was it mean to post this?)
The lake was beaufitul at sunset, and Scott took dozens of photos (he's a budding photographer). I requested he shoot this one of the boatless docks.
