The Spiral Jetty

September 17, 2005

 

Two and a half hours and ten miles of dirt road led us to one of northern Utah’s more peculiar art installations.  Robert Smithson built this slightly aberrant earthwork in 1970 and Heather and I always talked of making the pilgrimage.  With rumors that the incessant drought was ending we worried that the Great Salt Lake would once again rise, and cover this odd creation.  Utah Atlas in hand we navigated our way north, through Brigham City, on to Thiokol, speeding though Golden Spike, and lumbering our way through deteriorating dirt roads.  We couldn’t have left an hour later as we caught the Jetty just before sunset.  The area was stunning, littered with black basalt boulders from the Rozel Hills, the remains of one of Utah’s vintage oil wells, and the dregs of three decades of crusades.  We found the Jetty in exceptional shape, jutting insolently into the shallow belly of the Great Salt Lake.  We crept downhill and respectfully wound our way to core of the brute.  The September evening was clear and visibility stretched from Hogup to Lakeside and maybe even Stansbury’s Dome.  I stretched to see the dunes of Dolphin Island, but the blue of the distance melded the far hills into one.  We milked our cameras and ate our belated dinner as the sun sank and night arrived.  We left in the dark.  Ten more miles of washboard and one broken tailpipe later, we were again eating the yellow lines of black pavement passing the Golden joining of east and west.  It was a great trip with excellent company on a random Saturday afternoon.  Highly recommended.  Directions at www.spiraljetty.org.

      

 

 

 

Sunset from Rozel Point.

 

 

 

 

Heather walking the rounds on one odd peninsula.

 

 

 

 

Arie collecting salt for future wounds.

 

 

 

 

Looking west across the lake towards Dolphin Island and the Hogups.

 

 

 

 

Heather the cutie enjoying the dwindling sunset.

 

 

 

 

Someone finally arrived to take a group photo for us.

 

 

 

 

Walking the inner rings searching for my Supia.

 

 

 

 

The saline stuff that makes the lake Great.

 

 

 

 

 

Heather’s silhouette and the Great Sea of Salt.

 

 

 

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