Art on a Desert Lake

The north shore of the Great Salt Lake is a surreal place. Salt precipitates out of the water, encrusting everything.



The water itself has a pinkish hue, with boulder-sized hunks of foam floating around on it.



The artist Robert Smithson used this barren landscape for his pioneering artwork, the Spiral Jetty. We were lucky enough to see it firsthand last summer.

Pizzas and the Wind Cave Trail

The wind cave trailhead is about 5 miles up Logan Canyon from our house. We went for a hike there last Saturday afternoon. It was a beautiful day--abundant sunshine--a real treat after our most recent batch of spring storms. We were approaching the snow line when Mike started to talk about pizzas, so we made a hasty retreat back to town.

Callie took in the view of the Cache Valley.

Dregs of the Netflix Queue, part II

I recently viewed this program, formerly #139 from my Netflix Queue. The review I read generously called it "middlebrow" 1970s television. Each episode starts the same way--a large and obvious thing (e.g., a train car, or a professional football player) is stolen from a place with tight security. Banacek--a smug Polish Sherlock Holmes--is called in to find the missing goods. The opening theme sums it up.



Along the way, Banacek usually engages in some casual sex, smokes a couple cigars, and drinks some expensive booze. He haggles with insurance inspectors, is insulted for his Polish ancestry, and has his name mangled.

Part of the fun of watching this show is the deep insight contained in a Polish proverb.