Weekend – Blue Lake Utah

So here we go.  First post about an actual, real-life adventure.

Last Saturday my roommate (whom we will call Tom) and I took our pups to Blue Lake Utah.

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Look at all that blue…

I met a random guy about four months back who said he was a deep-water diver and spear-fisherman.  These are two hobbies you don’t typically hear about very often, so I was immediately intrigued.  He was a really friendly dude who was willing to share a lot of his knowledge with us.  He told us of secret breathing techniques that can actually help you hold your breath for three minutes or longer while diving.  I haven’t quite learned that sacred art yet, but it sounds awesome.

Then he told us of a place nearby (relatively) where Scuba divers and fisherman alike will go.  It’s called Blue Lake, out in Western Utah, right on the border of Nevada.  I googled (yes it is an official verb now to ‘google’ things) Blue Lake Utah and found a few photos and videos of the place.  True to his word, the water at Blue Lake looked extremely clear.  Also, it is supposed to have hot springs at the bottom which warm the water, particularly in the deeper areas of the lake, which can reach over sixty feet in depth.  Very cool!  And slightly creepy.

So we packed up the pups and went.  Toby and Nala enjoy car rides, especially when the windows are cracked.  However, I don’t open them all the way, for we had an incident once where ONE of my dogs decided to jump out the window on a non-busy street…

Okay they actually both have jumped out a window before but while one was trying to escape, the other was hunting for a squirrel.  But that’s a story for another time.

It was a 3.5 hour drive to Blue Lake.  In the meantime you stop by Wendover Nevada, where gambling is legal and casinos are plenty.  I am not keen on gambling, but for those who are, it’s a nice additional perk to the long drive out there.  There isn’t a whole lot to see after the first hour of driving, although the Salt Flats are pretty cool in their own right.  Not something I would travel the country to see, but it’s still pretty interesting seeing the almost infinite white salts of land stretching out in every direction.

The last ten minutes of the drive was some sweet off-roading, which my Subaru handled much more gracefully than Tom’s Charger.  Of course, he smoked me on the straight-aways afterwards, but that doesn’t really count…

I let my pups free of the confines of the vehicle.  Tom let out his massive German Shepard (whom we will call Bella) who immediately started up a racing circuit with my Nala.  At this point, there was really nothing out there.  The skies were blue and mostly clear, the salts painted the ground white, and tufts of dry grass stuck up like a beach-side campsite.  It was cool, but empty.  It seemed the pups loved the lack of everything as they booked it left and right, running out in the distance, pretending they were wild animals and dreaming of running away.  I’m sure they enjoy their back scratches and free food far too much to actually ever leave, but they like to dream too.

We found a boardwalk then and walked about 100 yards to the water.  Right away you could see a group of six Scuba divers off the shore, and hundreds of tiny fish swimming in the waters.  You could see the bottom through blue green waters, which was about five feet down.  It turned out that five feet was about the max distance you could see, which was still pretty cool but apparently it gets even clearer later on in the year.  We jumped in and were not disappointed by the warmth.  It was actually getting out of the water that was the dreadful part, as a slight wind had picked up as if making fun of us, starting just as we hopped in.  We threw the dogs in, who all love the water but for some reason seem to forget they know how to swim.  All except Nala.  Once I dawned her little cheap Amazon life jacket on her,  she was choppin waters left and right, cruising around and taunting Toby on the shores, for she was out in the water with dad and he was too chicken to join.

We then pumped up the paddle board, cruised around the lake, then tried fishing from it.  No luck fishing, but the waters were gorgeous.  The rocks on the bottom had deposits of sulfur on their surface, reminiscent of what you would see at Yellowstone.  So you might imagine jumping into the water of this pond is like jumping into the hot springs at Yellowstone, which every sign tells you NOT to do (‘Don’t disturb the microbiomes…’) and can lead to actually excruciating deaths.  It’s not like that at all.  It’s totally safe.  It is still a bit creepy to float over sixty feet of water, because come on, who really knows what is living down there!  Even if it’s just a massive carp measuring ten feet in length… you wouldn’t want that thing sucking on your toes.  But really, we swam out there some and it’s fine.

Toby and Nala were sprinting along the shore, waiting for their opportunity to swim out to me.  Nala took the shot, shooting into the water like a freaking rocket and reaching the paddle board in about a minute.  I was reluctant to bring her aboard for I had finally dried off, but what the heck right?  Look at these eyes.

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You can’t argue with those eyes.  Of course, then Toby had to join us.  And so did Bella, the massive German Shepard (she is a sweetheart, but she is huge).  Naturally, I couldn’t let them drown out there.  So then this happened:

 

By some miracle, we never fell in.  Though we most definitely had our close calls.  A few hours and one burrito later, we made it back home.  It was a great trip, and I will definitely be returning for Scuba certification this winter.  And yes, it will be warm!

Hakuna Matata,

Brandon

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