7/27/2020 Monday Logan, Utah Yesterday was a packed full day. Our hostess, Melanie is a “can’t sit still girl. We started out at one of her usual coffee house haunts while she laid out our options for the day. Decision, canoeing on the Bear Rivers. Off to Home Depot to buy tie down straps for the canoe to sit on top of the car. Then back to the house where everyone hurriedly pulled our things together and we loaded the canoe on the roof. Onto the estuary where we would launch. Quiet!. We set off with the big guy in the back Patti in the middle and Melanie out front and paddled our way in. This is a marshy area. We canoed back under the roadway we had ridden on. Under the overpass there were hundreds of mud starling nests. They made quite a racket as we paddled under them swooping back and forth. Fortunately we were not blessed with a “present” from above. We paddled through the murky water weaving in between the reeds that made up islands. Visibility was very limited and it was easy to find yourself in a a dead end and have to make a U-turn to get back into the channel. There were many species of bird including herons. Carp lie underneath but were impossible to see except for an occasional fin. We paddled around for a bit. It was midday sun so not a lot more to see as far as wildlife so we reversed direction and started to head back. The reeds obscured any views of the shore. We paddled in what we though was the right direction only to realize we didn’t know which direction the bridge we had crossed under was. We did what any adventurers do. We pulled out my phone and opened up Google Maps. With Satellite view we could see we were too far East and had to work our way around the maze reed islands that blocked our view of the bridge. Minutes later we were passing back under the road, again dodging birds and their droppings. Quickly we were back at the ramp and had the canoe out of the water and strapped down on top of the car. Then off to lunch. We returned to “Crumb Brothers Bakery” where we had been the day before for breakfast. Limited menu, but there was beer. We all ordered and went to an outside table and waited for our beverages and food. The ladies had “beermossa’s”, orange juice and beer. I ordered a double IP which came in a 24 oz bottle. As we ate Melanie contacted her friend Preston and invited him to join us. She asked what he wanted and went to buy it while we waited. She bought me another 24 oz IPA. Oh boy! Preston arrived the same time as the beverages and we got to talking. He had heard of our adventure and we regaled him with stories of our trip in Mexico. He told us that he wanted to do what we were and was hoping to do it in a few years. We spoke about motorcycles. Then another IPA shows up in front of me. Really now, OH BOY! We ended up heading back up to Melanies’ which was just a few blocks away. I uncovered the bikes so Preston could see. He is interested in Adventure Bikes and I did my best to be neutral and share with him my thoughts about brands, etc. Preston had to excuse himself and we headed inside where I took a 3 IPA nap. Oy. Late afternoon and Melanie was busy planning our adventure for the evening. She was going to take us to “The Spiral Jetty” which is an Art Instalment on the banks of “The Great Salt Lake”. https://www.diaart.org/visit/visit-our-locations-sites/robert-smithson-spiral-jetty We headed south west towards the lake through the scrub land. Twist and turn, twist and turn Google Maps calling out directions, “slight left in ¼ mile. It was better than a two hour ride. Along the way is “The Golden Spike National Park”. It is the site where the transcontinental railroad met. There is a lot of information here. https://www.nps.gov/gosp/index.htm The site is now just replicated as the tracks had ceased being used in the early 1900’s and the original tracks were taken up during World War II so the metal could be used in the war effort. Another item I noted was the telegraph poles that paralleled the track. Probably a replica as well. But there was wire running and a wire that came down a pole that was likely used to go to a telegraph. The wire is just bare copper all the way along. History lesson over we again headed south west. Almost immediately we were on a dirt road that Melanie told us was almost 20 miles long and was the only access to The Jetty. We moved along at around 35-40 MPH sending up a dust eddy behind us. Occasionally we could see one blooming out in front of us. In around 30 minutes we made it to the parking lot that sits proud of the lake bed by around 30 feet. The Jetty stretches out on the dry lake bottom made up of the volcanic rock that surrounds the shore. There were another dozen cars and around 30 people and one annoying drone. Melanie had timed it perfectly and sunset was just about to occur. I scrambled down through the rocks to the lake bed and positioned myself on a rock so I could record the sun dropping through a slight cloud wisp and then below the horizon. The sun set and we walked further out onto the lake bottom. It is damp and in some places there are salt puddles. There are also interesting formations of mud and salt. We stayed until well after dark and watched as the planets and stars started to show themselves. At this point we were all alone. Everyone else had long since left. Melanie had packed snacks and drinks and with the mosquitos out in force we retreated to her car and feasted on salami, cheese and watermelon. We left the parking lot around 9:30 and began the return track to Logan. 30+ minutes out on the dirt road then the twisting and turning was we headed back North East. We finally arrived back in Logan close to midnight. A full and fun day. Thank you Melanie!