I've visited Utah at least half a dozen times over the years, most recently for the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City. Nearly every visit has been memorable, and yesterday's was no exception. Pamelia and I spent almost six hours at the Bear River migratory bird refuge, which sits on the northern edge of the Great Salt Lake. I don't have time to write much right now—it's snowing here in Ogden, Utah, and we have to leave for Boise before the weather gets worse—but here is a quick sampling of our photos.