Remiss in my duties
So I've been living in Logan for a couple of months now but haven't posted any pictures or done much to introduce y'all to the area. This is because:
1. I am a lazy slacker
2. It has been butt-freezing cold and pictures just weren't worth the hypothermia.
3. England was exotic. I wanted to take pictures of everything I saw. To me, Logan looks a lot like Utah County, where I spent 8 years. This, to me, is not exotic. It's what I'm used to seeing.
Then it occurred to me that even if I don't find Logan exotic, I have friends in England and Canada and the Midwest and the South who have never been here. And they might quite like to see some pictures. The weather is nice today, so this afternoon I'll head out and get crackin'.
To get to here from Provo or Salt Lake City you have to drive through Sardine Canyon. I don't know how it got this name. Maybe that's how the poor souls felt back when there was just a 2-lane road going through and they knew only half of them were going to make it out alive.
To be honest, this canyon freaks me right the heck out. It's very pretty but very dangerous, and if there's even a hint of bad weather you just know the canyon is going to be a death trap. Or it might just get closed altogether. And if you're not willing to risk death (I never am, really) then you're just stuck for the weekend with the cows.
I took the above picture yesterday morning while driving back from Cicada's. It's one of the prettier spots along the way, I think. Then you turn a corner and see Cache Valley spread out before you.
When we get to this point, my sister Spitfire smiles happily and says, "I just love Logan." I squint out the window and say, "I smell poop. Do you smell poop?"
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
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I had that same experience when I was driving in my car from AF to SLC on Saturday night. "I smell poop. Do you smell poop?"
You did not, liar.
It's farming country. you have to love the poop.
When I smell poop, I'm still programmed to turnaround and look at the kids in the back seat to see which one messed their pants. Of course, now that they are all over 20, it's much more difficult to discern.
Most of Utah smells like poop.
BTW--cooldad, you're awesome.
Rotting fish totally gets me homesick also. It wasn't me, Dad! Sorry Logan smells like butt.
I used to hate the smells of Logan, especially during break-up season cuz then the poo would really smell. Especially in the Wal-Mart parking lot. (I don't know why). But now it's like I always know where I am when I am driving down the road just by the way it smells. "Ah, now we are passing the beautiful farmland..oh yes, we are now at the slaughter house... oh, can't forget the dairy!"
I love Cache County! Esp. the one part of the drive where you come around this corner and you feel like you're in one of those old Muesli commercials from the 80s. Love that. Only I think that might be Logan Canyon and not Sardine Canyon. Hmm. Anyway, it's all beautiful. And I don't think it looks anything like Utah County. I even love the poop smell. But that's because I'm a farmer.
Where I grew up in SoCal, we were lucky enough to have NOT ONLY a sizeable amount of dairy farms, BUT ALSO the largest potato-growing/processing facility in California (or maybe anywhere in the U.S. outside of Idaho). The potato factory (with its perennial pile of rotting potatoes) was in the center of town, and the dairy farms hemmed us in, so no matter where you went, you were guaranteed a noseful of stomach-turning goodness. Oh, and when the wind was right, we inherited all of Los Angeles County's smog. So there's that evocative smell, too.
The pictures were very pretty! Thanks for sharing with us Midwest folks. But sorry about the poop. That stinks. haha :)
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