Amy has given me full rights and privileges to write this entry on this cutesy blog site of ours. That said, we were bored today (May 29th) and I came up with the ingenious plan of going to the beach at Bear Lake: a proverbial hop, skip, and one long jump away over the mountains. I had only been to Bear Lake once before, and that was just at the rest-area lookout a couple thousand feet above the lake. This time second time around, coming around the bend over the summit, I was still just as stunned as the first time to see the majestic panorama, as well as the vista bellisima. I was stoked. I wasn't so stoked about the SUVs tailgating me.We finally arrived at our destination after a misadventure into Idaho, nearly reaching St. Charles before Amy finally called her dad (I've never been the this beach before, and Amy apparently forgot how to get there), thereafter we promptly adjusted our course back the way we came, this time heading south.
I must say, the beach was much bigger than I anticipated, which is by no means a disappointment. I was also surprised to find very few beach goers on this fine, dandy, and sunny day. But hey, more to love for us, right? Anywho, we got right to work at setting up our picnic towels upon the sand, and ate our yummilicous turkey-spinach sandwiches. And don't forget our fun and crisp Lays Stax Potato Crisps and Mozzorella Stick and Marina-flavored Pringles. We come to find out that Mozzorella and Marinara flavor for Pringles is an idea best left as an idea.
The plan was for me to have the Pringles, and Amy the Lays. Since we love each other, we compromised on her sharing her Lays crisps with me, and the Pringles would go to the rotund and plump seagulls. I was very happy that Amy obliged me.
After our feeding, we finally got our feet wet. Amy informed me that when she was a little girl here at Bear Lake, she would collect many of the seashells here. I quickly learned why as I approached the water front. Wow. There were enough shells to choke a whale. And, to my great astonishment, many of the minuscule shells came in veritably diverse colors, shapes, and sizes. We agreed to wade about the waters edge in search of more shells. Amy got bored real fast and thought it was "cute" that I was continuing my very focused and important quest for pretty seashells. So, she took a picture of me in my "cuteness".
Cute, no?
Anyway, I finally finished with my quest, being satisfied with the sea paraphernalia I had procured. I then returned to our picnic area with Amy in hand. Deciding that I was bored, I remembered that I was going to feed the plump seagulls my unfavorably-flavored Pringles. Amy didn't like that idea since 1) she hates seagulls, and 2) they have a tendency to swoop down suddenly and abruptly after I threw out a potato crisp. Logical solution: walk away at least 100 feet from Amy, and enjoy my time feeding the seagulls. And Amy enjoyed her nap-time (though little did she know that the sun would come out from behind the clouds and catch her slumbering long enough to give her a good old solar version of the indian arm rub). Sidenote: Seagulls are vicious towards each other when feeding, kind of like the old days with my brothers and sisters :D.
Well, that was a delightfully fun and sunny trip to the beach, my first time at Bear Lake, and I have to say that I was not disappointed. We packed up our picnic materials and headed back into scary-driver Logan canyon, which is okay because the scenic-ness of it all makes up for it.
This was one of the most fun times I have spent with my sweet and loving wife, Amy. And you can bet we'll be back again, hopefully this time with some friends and/or family.
Until next time, adios amigos!
