After a rough ride on a delayed flight to Salt Lake City, UT we arrived at 2:00AM Friday (6-14-19). Karen and I crashed at the Tru by Hilton near the airport for the remainder of a restless night before driving to Logan, Utah.
Brigham Young’s settlers founded Logan in 1859. It still has a cool, small-town, western vibe.
Jet-lagged and a little listless at 4,534 feet, we moseyed around the Summerfest Arts Faire in the Logan Tabernacle’s shadow.
The juried art festival included lots of talented, local musicians like, SLIM CHANCE & HIS PSYCHOBILLY PLAYBOYS.
The Bluebird Restaurant opened at 19 N. Main Street on George Washington’s birthday in 1923 and boasts a top floor “Ballroom.” We ate a late lunch at their classic fountain and sampled their specialty “Ironport Soda.” They make the syrup themselves and it tasted like Dr. Pepper with root beer and vanilla. It was almost as good as my vanilla bean malt.
The Logan Utah Temple was completed on the town’s highest hill in 1884. We were allowed to roam around unsupervised inside the Tabernacle, but entering the Temple was taboo.
Saturday we kicked it into high gear and wore ourselves out. Our morning walk was a 3-mile, out and back hike to Wind Cave that was 1,000 feet above the trailhead.
Also known as Witch’s Castle, the limestone outcropping has triple arches.
The wind funnels though the Cave and creates an amplified, cooling breeze. Blowing up my backside on a sunny, 85-degree day, it was refreshing.
After our hike we drove 50-miles east and north to visit our property on Bear Lake in Idaho. Our 20 acres is on the far left of the above picture, midway up the mountain.
The view from our lot is stunning. We purchased this land 15-years ago. Bear Lake is called the “Caribbean of the Rockies.” Its turquoise waters cover 109 square miles. Click my YouTube LINK to get an idea of just how big this 250,000-year old lake is.
On the way back to Logan, we pulled over to inspect Ricks Spring discovered by Thomas Ricks in the mid-1800s. Early visitors drank from the spring and took water home until they got sick from giardia. The Spring actually flows through deep fissures from the Logan River across the highway. Cave divers have explored the wet and dry passages from beneath the spring to 2200 feet.
There were hand-painted signs along Main Street when we got back to Logan that read, “Trash Car Races Tonight at 7PM.” Karen asked, “How can we not go to that?” We ate dinner and drove to the fair grounds for Logan’s big night out.
We loved Trash Car Racing! We actually had to wait in a line of about 50 people to buy $12.00 tickets. A local lady told us, “Last time I was here, I just walked right up and got my stub. Tonight must be ‘somethen’ special.” Here’s my YouTube link for more Trash Car Video.
Sunday Morning we said goodbye to Logan and drove south past Salt Lake City to Sandy, UT. Karen had to work there Monday and Tuesday, while I explored. My next post will include more hiking with spectacular scenery in the Rocky Mountains.