The Trip Back To Wyoming, Service Berry Time, and a Welcome Sunset

We said our goodbyes on Saturday night, and after lots of hugs woke up to an early morning wake up call. Our flight was due to leave Raleigh at seven am and so we took a taxi to the airport, it only cost forty five dollars, (I can buy lots of rocks for forty five dollars).

The flight left on time and again was packed to the gills. Several people were singing, “Viva Las Vegas”, which was where the plane was heading. I wondered if they would be singing or simply stewing over their losses on their flight back home. Renitas relatives lived in Las Vegas, we visited it often, and as we are not gamblers the city has little appeal.

The second flight was also on time and by twelve thirty local time we were driving back to Star Valley. Deciding to take a different route and we drove to Logan and then up Logan Canyon to Bear Lake. Bear Lake is a large natural lake that formed when earthquake faults, still active, formed a natural depression. It’s almost exactly like the San Andreas Lakes just south of San Francisco.

The rest stop had several humming bird feeders set up and they were swarmed by Broad Tailed Hummingbirds. We drove through a series of small towns and wanted to stop for dinner but this area was settled by Mormons and all the restaurants and grocery stores close on Sunday. Luckily there was a fast food place in Afton and so we didn’t have to cook dinner at the end of a long day.

The next day we rested even though we knew it was service berry season. We did call our friends Val and George, who told us the berries were ripe and the bushes full. The next morning we ate breakfast and then headed up McCoy Road in search of the delicious little purple berry.

Our very first stop produced almost a gallon of berries! Keeping an eye out for bears we made two other stops and had over two gallons of berries in less than two hours. Last year I had only picked a quart which made four jars of jam and this year I hope to make enough for Christmas gifts.

The next night we were greeted with a beautiful sunset, and even though our neighbor John, took lots of pictures for his blog, I still had to take a few for ours. The summer is going fast and we still need to go to Flaming Gorge and Colorado for more fishing. Then we have another show and it will be time for Doctors and packing before we head to Florida.

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