Brian has been flying around Cache Valley this week for a government deer count. They had to return to Bountiful each night so we haven't seen much of him. If they timed the refueling right they could be in Logan around lunch time and we could have lunch with Brian and the gang. Friday was the last day of the deer count and they would head back to Bountiful again. Brian had to work Saturday heli-skiing up Ogden Canyon. He called me and told me to hurry and pack an overnight bag, meet him at the airport, and we could fly down to Bountiful and spend the night with him at the company apartment. Normally a drive from Logan to Bountiful takes an hour and a half. In a helicopter it took thirty minutes. While flying through Sardine Canyon we found a huge herd of elk and flew a circle around them. Kylie did really well until the last 10 minutes when she looked like she was going to throw up. I have to admit that it felt a little luxurious to be flying in a helicopter for a weekend getaway.
Loading our pillows into the cargo hold.
The Bell 206 Long Ranger. Seats 2 up front, and 4 in back.
Kylie is a little apprehensive...but also excited.
I've decided that I look goofiest when Kylie is taking a picture of me. Can't seem to make a normal face.
Cache Valley, Utah
The government guy estimated there was 300-400 head of elk in this herd.
On the other side of the mountain...the northern end of the Great Salt Lake.
We hugged the Wasatch Mountain Range pretty tight, looking for mountain goats.
The Great Salt Lake.



