The Salt Of The Earth
We have arrived in Salt Lake City, and I have to say: I was very much moved by the Great Salt Lake.
The scene below as we began to make our descent was filled with the orange-brown hues of the Wasatch Mountain range. Scores of rolling hills piled on top of each other greeted us as we flew in, and then they dropped. And below us the Great Salt Lake spread out calmly below us, almost aloof in her arid and barren demeanor. I was floored.
It was incredible to see not just the enormity of this body of water, but the command it held it over the land. Miles and miles of whited sandy beaches and marshes, untouched it seemed by civilization. The amazing thing to me was how quiet and along she sat, as a queen with no court. There were no docks. There were no boats. There were no water recreation sports. Just square mile after square mile of natural beauty.
Now don’t get me wrong: I’m sure there are plenty of things that happen out on the lake. But it was just so surprising to me to see such an unspoiled, untouched body of water like this. I was in awe.
The closer we flew in to the city, the more I began to recognize the lay of land: how the city sits far back from the lake, giving her the space she needs. We didn’t get to spend a lot of time near the Great Salt Lake, but I am impressed nonetheless. Thank you, Utah.
