This weekend, we went on a last minute, before back to school jaunt to Northern Utah. We didn’t want to travel too far so we decided to go to Logan, Utah. This is an off the beaten path small city. I knew my parents would be up for a little getaway from the other end of the state so I invited them and they met us there. All I wanted to accomplish was hiking ⛰ and getting ice cream🍦. Since we had a birthday that week, we had to help grandma choose a present so that took up a lot of time. We got headed up Logan canyon a bit late, but it was cooling off from a hot day so it was fine. Having never hiked this destination before, our intended trail didn’t work out since we didn’t give ourselves enough time. 3 miles up a cliff face we weren’t familiar with and an appointment for ice cream didn’t leave us enough time. Not getting ice cream in Logan is not an option. They have a great creamery on the campus of Utah State University. It’s a must do in the area. We still managed to go for a nice stroll up the canyon and make it for Aggie ice cream as night fell. 🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦 Figuring out how to deal with a multiple scoop order was not fun though.
In modern times, members of the LDS (Mormon) church like to reenact our historical settlement of the Western United States. My own ancestry arrived in Utah in 1847 so it is both a personal history and a history of a religion. Anyway, 2 of my daughters participated in this event this summer. I was nervous and excited to send them on a 3 day mountain/desert walk with a few hundred other trekkers and friends in the faith. They would all be wearing period attire or our best 2nd hand store attempt at it and camping in tents. We prepared their personal effects over a long time and then I dropped them off to go on trek. 3 days of walking can cause some hardship and wounds so it was not an easy task to prepare for. One of my children was resigned to the fact that it was happening, but lacked enthusiasm. The other one was probably excited to escape me for 3 days so she was down with it. Anyway, they came back safe and sound. Unlike my walking all over Sydney and ending up with sores on my ankle, they came home unscathed. As this wasn’t a thing Mormons really did in my youth, I never did trek. I’m sure they will never forget their experience.
Utah has some really weird names of towns. I could list off some of the more unique ones which relate to the local culture, but I won’t. Other unique ones are Native American words. The top word referring to a meteorological event is actually the name of a town near Zion National Park. It is pronounced HUR-i-KUN. Depending on who you encounter, it could also be pronounced: HAIR-i-KUN. Don’t worry, you are very unlikely to encounter a “hurricane” if you are visiting the area. I do not know why it is named that! When I was living in Salt Lake City many years ago, we had a tornado. It was a rare event. I remember being in my front room watching the trees on their sides and thinking that was quite odd. Later that day on the news, the explanation was that we had had a tornado. Tornados are not normal in Utah either, but I have never known of an actual hurricane.
It has been very hot! 🌞 To beat the heat, we have been at the pool a lot. The thing to do in Boise is to float the river and we did that for the 1st time. ⚓️ We also went to a water park. I am apparently too old cause what brought me immense joy as a youngster brings me little now. We used to go to the waterpark in Las Vegas🎰. My dad or mom would make the 3 hour drive from Southern Utah and we’d play all day until 10 pm closing. Then, they’d drive us home. They had some serious energy and ❤️ to do that cause I can barely tolerate a few hours and a 30 minute drive. My cool dad would also chaperone my brother and his friends to many wild eighties heavy metal 🎤 concerts in Vegas. As I just bought my daughter her 1st rock concert tix, I have been contemplating this. Personally, I have been to very few rock concerts, but many many classical performances as a 🎻 musician that is my preference. As a sidekick to a much livelier older brother, it was always fun to hear the wild concert tales. 🎟 Did your parents sacrifice anything similar to cater to you? 🤓
The last night in Sydney, we went to a restaurant a friend recommended. When our hotel concierge had trouble making the reservation it only caused more anticipation. It took + 3 calls by concierge and a Facebook message. Ultimately, I think they don’t get a lot of concierges making a reservation there. 😳 We are not foodie people so we decided to splurge since we never do. This friend had one of the best meals of her life there. Now I know not to trust this friend. 😉 Anyway, we arrived on foot at some small restaurant with us and a large private engagement? party. So… It felt like we were crashing their party and we didn’t belong. The foodie food, we both determined just tried too hard. The best food to me is a great steak and salad bar up the canyon in my hometown at a historic Western restaurant. Next to that, I can cook what I want. We did have some good ethnic food in Sydney though in a food court. The food court served food on plates with silverware so it was definitely a more upscale food court than the US throwaway lifestyle. We really couldn’t recommend the foodie farmhouse restaurant since it was NOT our style so said friend doesn’t even know we went. When I see her in Utah in a few years, I will already have forgotten. 🌻 The last Sydney highlight was an early morning trek to the Sydney Fish a Market. It was awesome. The early morning chill and stillness on the water made for a very memorable experience. After that, we walked the Coogee to Bondi trail before heading back home to Idaho.
It got cold enough yesterday that I had to buy a ski cap. Luckily, I found a cool store called #Kathmandu @TheRocks with sales on winter clothing at the right time. I get inner ear pain sometimes if my ears get cold so I needed a hat. After that, we made our way to the bridge to cross. The bridge climb is way expensive and it’s not my style to pay a lot of money for something that could terrify me. Walking across the bridge is a free must do. It was cold and windy, but fun. After, I wanted to go check out Chinatown. My husband says he doesn’t get my fascination with Chinatowns. What is not to like? Of course we couldn’t eat there since they don’t take credit card. I read that credit card use isn’t as easy here, but I’m committed to making it work. I did it successfully over 20 years ago as I solo Eurorailed. I only ate pretty much where they took my credit card. Of course they didn’t take it in the train station in Estonia in Jan. 1994, but I ate like a king there by changing a few bucks so it worked out. 👍
We took the bus to Bondi beach. A friend from Oregon who lived here for a few years luckily helped me make a plan. After 24 hours of skyscrapers, it was time to escape for a few hours. It wasn’t crowded at Bondi, but I’m sure the place is nuts in the summer. The Bondi to Coogee beach walk was all paved. In a few spots the road had slipped off, but that happens in coastal areas. The weather was perfect for a stroll after fueling up with some really tasty greasy fish and chips. 🐟