tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322362532946776174.post8271408248155121413..comments2009-04-07T07:07:36.072-07:00Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17297436597559199215noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322362532946776174.post-46442029389238979872009-04-06T22:38:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:38:00.000-07:00We lived in Provo for 18 months. We'll never have a better view, Wasatch Mtns all around... But the stink! We too went to a park ( http://www.thesaltair.com ). Looks pretty, right? At least it used to be. Oliver darted across the shore in his swim trunks, stirring up clouds of brine flies -so many that it was impossible not to inhale or swallow them as we chased him down. The flies mostly congregated on decaying seagulls, which were embedded in the sand, every foot or two... unnoticed by our two-year-old, but a significant obstacle for us in trying to catch up with him. The only thing more putrid than the shore was the lake itself. We were back in the car, gasping for breath, only to discover that Ollie needed to use the restroom. The adjacent gift shop was well stocked with Salt Water Taffy from this great Salt Lake. Surely I would have tried some if I hadn't just gotten a stomach full of flies from the same Salt Lake...Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13222813603221254285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322362532946776174.post-25735525341265750442009-02-23T16:07:00.000-08:002009-02-23T16:07:00.000-08:00It never fails to amaze me how the letter "BM" on the side of a hill side can cause otherwise adult acting people to turn into 4th gradersRichard Jellicoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744213076217581561noreply@blogger.com