Cedar Fort

We rarely get out as far west as Cedar Fort and Fairfield, but every time I do I'm hoping to discover something different and story worthy.

This morning, after shooting a portrait at a gas station in Cedar Fort, I pushed onto Fairfield on a dwindling tank of gas to see if anything was happening at Camp Floyd. But as usual, the streets were quiet and the museum empty except for two park rangers.

Then I realized that might be the story right there. The rangers who man that state park, which seems like one of the least visited and boring posts in all of Utah.

Every time I've passed by, except for their annual civil war re-enactment and occasional school field-trip visits, I've found the park employees sitting in a tiny office in the small museum on an empty street in Fairfield.

Might have to spend some time with them during the quiet months of winter to see what exactly they get up to and how they maintain their sanity.