After we stopped at Antelope Island we spent some time with Mr. Bug’s family and then headed up Weber Canyon to start the journey home. Mr. Bug pulled off at a small parking area by the railroad trestle bridge.
He had us walk down a little path to the river.
Turns out that his dad would take him fishing there under the double trestle railroad bridges. He shared some of his childhood memories of his dad (who had passed away before we married), so none of us know him except through these stories.As we completed the drive up the canyon we watched a rainstorm coming rolling in over the mountain range. It was really something neat to watch…until I ended up driving in it in the dark. 🙂