We started our last day in the city sitting upstairs and listening to a politician on television treat a complicated issue like a complicated issue:

While saying goodbye to the dogs:


On our way to the airport, we stopped of for a while at the Great Salt Lake itself:

To fit in with the rest of Utah, this lake is totally bizarre. First of all, the lake bed has a strange colour, and makes for even stranger looking footprints:

I wasn't the only one interested:

Second of all, for all the lake there is in this lake, there's a whole lot of not lake in it too:

Have a closer look at this view:

See that giant, vaguely Eastern-looking palace in the background? Here's what it looks like from the front:

The story we got is that it was built some time long ago at the edge of the lake, but eventually fell into disuse and disrepair:

The problem was that it the edge of the lake didn't want to stay where it was, so what started as a beach-front palace became a massive building a fair walk through a wet desert away from the lake:

I think it's better this way. We need surreal spaces more than tourist traps anyway.
3 comments:
phil, you are so funny. i wish you lived here, i am sure you don't wish you lived here, but it would be nice if you lived here or maybe even if you wished you lived here. but really what i am trying to say is that it would be nice to have you live here and be your friend more often than 2 days. (then or than?) i sometimes hate english because i mix everything up. but because i am the one mixing everything up, shall i hate myself and not english? celcna conference just ended. it was amazing. like really amazing. i wish chris was here for it. i think he would have said: "celcna conference was amazing, like really amazing". off i go.
I do wish I lived there! I was just wishing that when I was posting these pictures. And you know what, Salt Lake is one of the 3 or 4 places my Dad is thinking of moving to, so I might find my self in SLC for 2 days again. Maybe even once a year. Or maybe he'll move to Vegas. Who knows. By that time, my Russian should be pretty good, so it can be _my_ turn to hate myself.
Wet desert. nice.
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