Salt Lake

On Monday we took a quick trip down to Salt Lake. My Aunt Hazel was moved to hospice, and my mom wanted to visit. Aunt Hazel wasn't feeling great, so after a couple hours of a sweet visit, we turned around and headed home.

Mom mentioned that she had always wanted to see the great Salt Lake, so Michael made a brief detour. 

As expected, the lake was smelly and salty. Mom and I each dipped a fingertip in it, and decided we had done our duty.  

The view was quite spectacular, as long as one tried not to breathe too much. 

We then started the trek back home. 

 We didn't have time to stop on the way home, but I did admire the fields and hillsides of wild sunflowers. 

It was an emotionally and physically exhausting trip, but I am deeply grateful that we were able to make it happen.