My Obsession with Trains and Trout Continues...

This winter has proved to be very busy. Ok mainly just the last month or so. I'm not going to get into details yet, but a house hunting endeavor has been sucking up all my time. I realized how bad it was when I went to write the February book reviews post and realized I'd only finished one book. Sad. And my computer is on the fritz. And then somebody stole Sexyterra's license plate. It's been a mess. Which is why this weekend was so great.

For the first time this winter I actually got in some fly fishing. Yes, I went ice fishing several times, but it's just not the same. This weekend I got to put on my waders TWICE. And I even caught a few browns. Man I've missed those little guys (who may or may not have inspired some decorating ideas...).  Plus, have I told you how beautiful it is up on the Weber River? What? I have? A million times you say? Ok I know. I'm obsessed. But look at this... how could I not be?

Posted up at a good spot and caught these guys all day!

Seth fishing on the bridge as a train passes.

I don't think anyone could be more handsome holding a fish. It's unpossible. (Heidi, I stole your word!)



Ok fine I'll stop. Even though you're probably begging for more because I've left you high and dry for so long. It's not my fault. But I promise there is more to come. Some time. Not really sure when, but hopefully soon. Who am I kidding... the craziness is only just beginning...

I Heart Trains

This weekend Seth and I decided to get out of the house and take a drive. Our first plan was to go to the Bear River Bird Refuge (or the Bird River Bear Refuge as Seth's Dad likes to say). We drove all the way out northwest until we got to a dirt road covered in snow and a sign that said the bird refuge was another 10 miles out. Had we been in the Xterra we might have tried it, but Blackie (the Pontiac Grandprix) said she wasn't up for getting stuck out in the middle of nowhere, so we came up with another plan.

After stopping to let out my Dr. Pepper, I dug the maps out of Blackie's trunk and we decided that we were in pretty close range to Golden Spike National Historic Site. For all you who don't know what that is, it's where the Central Pacific and Union Pacific railroads met way back in the day (1869).

We drove for a half hour or so way out west past Corinne (the town, not my sister) and finally came to a small visitor's center. After getting the low-down from the Alabaman (?) ranger lady at the front desk, we shuffled around the place reading all the plaques and looking at all the old railroad tools. We watched a short twenty minute video about how the white men (and some Chinese) came in and built this amazing railroad. They did ruin the Native American's land by killing all the buffalo and other game, but the railroad was pretty cool so that evened things out.

The two trains that met there on the ceremony day on May 10, 1869 were the Jupiter and the 119 steam locomotives. The originals were sold as scrap awhile back, but the ones at the site are exact replicas and are functional. They had the trains in storage for the winter, but we were able to go in the engine house and see them.

Seth hates trains...

But I love them!

So anyhow, we had a fun little trip. We were both starving by the time we got home but I made some tacos real fast so it was all good. Oh and then I gave Seth a Mohawk. He likes it.