After the grueling hour and a half drive, we arrive at our destination – The Spiral Jetty.
Ok, remember when I told you I didn’t do any research? Yeah. See, it never occurred to me that the Spiral Jetty could possibly be UNDER WATER. Because, ya know, in my world of perfect scenarios, everything is as it is on Wikipedia:
Yes, dearest Woodland Folk of the Blogisphere, this is what I thought we would see upon cresting the glorious green hills of Utah (as shown in the picture) – the Spiral Jetty basking serenely in the weightlessness of the Great Salt Lake. Well, what a bunch of romantic horse plop that was. Remind me never to rely on my own certainty about anything and to stay away from Wikipedia. I don’t know when this picture was taken, but I have more green under my toenails than what we saw on our trip. Perhaps this was taken in Spring.
Alas, all was not lost, part of the Jetty rose above lake level. Nevertheless, it’s akin to going to Disneyland in anticipation of seeing Mickey Mouse and instead meeting up with a drunken, D-lister as Ignatz. A completely submerged Jetty might have driven me to walk into the lake, devoid of purpose and with all chocolate supplies depleted, to an overly dramatic end. Death over disappointment. This, of course, would have failed. People float on salt water. Just great. Or, we would have kept driving in a quixotic quest for the elusive Jetty only to be found under a lone yucca plant trying to eek out the last drop of water from its leaves – the queen knitting ’till the bitter end, ‘natch.
In spite of the Jetty’s elusive appearance, I walked out as far as I could go. The stillness of the lake and air coupled with the absolute remote loneliness of the Jetty made me wish I had a wubby or Linus blankie for comfort. The queen, indulging me in my mad quest, stayed in the car, knitting.
The farther I got from the car, the more anxious I felt. Ok, I’m just now seeing the green in this picture. Still, it doesn’t seem that green when you’re there. And it’s not serene, either. A five year old in fear of monsters under the bed feels the same menace. The shining sun does not cover up the feeling of impending doom. No, I’m not being overly dramatic. Pay no attention to the queen, she was knitting in the car.
If you’ve ever played the game Myst, the feeling evoked in that game lives at the Spiral Jetty. I’m sure if there were other visitors, their presence would have softened the sharp edges of the stillness. Unless, of course, they were Hell’s Angels. Or Crips. At the time, I wished there were others around to share the experience, but now I’m glad I was out there, alone. It’s good to know what isolation really feels like.
I took several shots in an attempt to form a diorama of the mountains mirrored in the lake.
The car seems so far away. But I didn’t walk even a quarter of a mile. Hi-ever, I wanted to get on the road. Needless to say, the drive back was much easier. Funny how that works.
I had these grandiose plans to visit Moab and the Hole In The Rock but because the trek to the Spiral Jetty consumed most of the day, we needed to get our livin’ to drive behaunkus’ home. I opted to drive across Wyoming instead of traversing the winding, mountainous roads of western Colorado.
Yawn. Off to Wyoming.