Roads Not Traveled--The Great Saltair

 As we headed to Jessica's yesterday, Gary pointed out that he had never gone the way that I had suggested--heading down I-15 to 201 directly.  That started a conversation about my love of traveling on new  portions of road and going new places....and like the story of "If you give a mouse a cookie," it started my mind thinking about possible "new routes" home after we dropped off the table for Jessica. And thinking about the map in my head reminded me that I have never seen Saltair, a resort/dance hall. concert venue location at the south end of the Great Salt Lake.  In all of the years we have lived in Utah, that is a big omission.  I suggested it to Gary and when we had a minute, Gary pulled up the route on his phone and our plan was made.  Instead of heading east from  her house, we headed west and made a 12 mile detour to see Saltair.

It was cold and we weren't dressed for a long stay outside, so we didn't go to the water's edge which is a bit of a walk, but it was a pretty spot to watch the sun set.  We were amazed how many people were there on a winter late afternoon.

For those not from Salt Lake, the Great Saltair was first built to be a place of entertainment.  Some called it the Coney Island of the West. It is also called the Cursed Resort because it has been burn down three times, flooded many times, and left far from the lake at other times.  It has been used for many different purposes including a dance hall.  They do outdoor concerts there on the flat fields of salty sand between the building and the shores of the Great Salt Lake.

The current building--

East to one of the islands in the lake--

Close-up of a tower

Lights to the east during sunset

The view to the west---I love this photo with the weeds

There was lots of salty sand between us and the lake shore.  You can barely see water between the sand and the mountains in the back ground.  It is the pinkish line on the right of the photo.

Getting cold and heading to the trunk--one last view of the sunset!

We will definitely go back again with Jena...in the spring or summer..in the right clothing for the weather.  Thanks, Gary, for taking me on another little adventure on a road I had not traveled.