Note from Heidi: I have long been inspired by the dedication and passion of so many people who have, at one time or another, been called by the Lake. At the top of that list is my dear friend, Crystal Carpenter, who spent much of her career at Antelope Island State Park, and knows the Lake and her whims and fluctuations better than I ever will. As such, it seems only fitting that Crystal tell you about Antelope Island – and the allure it still holds for so many. Read on for her story.
The first time I set foot on Antelope Island, I stood on the rocky shoreline of Lady Finger Point as a young woman in my early twenties, still innocent of Great Salt Lake’s ways. My friends brought me out for a canoe trip to the island’s south shore. After a lunch of vintage cheddar, rye crackers, fruit and tea we each took a section of canoe, raised it above our heads and carried it to the water. The winds were blowing around 15 mph when we began our journey. We had no idea of the ride Great Salt Lake had planned for the three adventurers from Logan. Read the rest of this entry
