Our western journey came to an end, as we started heading south. Antelope Island is in the middle of the Great Salt Lake. The lake is pretty low this year, so it is a long walk from the normal shoreline to the lake. As we were driving across the causeway to the island, we saw shimmering black sand at the waterline...then we realized it was not shimmering sand but rather millions of flies, attracted to the brine shrimp that wash up on shore. We stayed away from the water's edge. Our site overlooked a small bay, and we watched the sun set into the smoke from all of the California and Oregon wild fires. This was our first dry camping night of the trip (site 2).
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