Along I 80 heading home

Ogallala, Nebraska surprised us with something interesting things to see. This bronze cowboy on his horse stands over the tombstones of boot hill. Most of the residents were moved to another cemetery years ago.

Jerry had a talk with the service man at the old gas station, now a visitors center.
We were beginning to regret the disparaging remarks we have made about Nebraska and planned a trip up a scenic byway.

Forgiveness was not in order as a fierce thunderstorm flooded out the road we were going on. Instead we were blown into and through Wyoming and landed in Salt Lake City.
This was a true lemonade opportunity. A local tour brocure listed Antelope Island in the Great Salt Lake. What an unexpected discovery. A causeway leads from the mainland onto the island, formerly a Mormon ranch and now a state park. The island has a large herd of bison, some pronghorn antelope, big-horned sheep and mule deer. The latter two were absent from our view but the bison and their babies made up for what we missed.


This island is a birders’ dream. The insects have begun to swarm and birds are everywhere. This curlew played wounded dragging its wings on the ground to draw us away from its nest.


The Garr Ranch remains much as it was when the residents left in the 1950s.
Our only regret was that we did not know there was a campground on the island. Since we were at a Walmart in Salt Lake City, we took ourselves out for dinner. While the sushi at Ichiban, housed in a former church, was good, we prefer the Japanese restaurant we went to last time.