I took my first trip yesterday beyond the real confines of Salt Lake City. Well, not my first trip, actually. I've been up to Park City and down to Provo and, of course, out to Sundance. And I've been skiing at Solitude. But yesterday I went out beyond the Great Salt Lake to a quiet and quite desolate area where it was so quiet that I could actually hear myself breathing if I listened intently enough.
It was so beautiful out there. The colors and hues of the landscape were the softest mixture of mossy greens, azure blues, nudes and grays. I wanted to just blend right in. And the smell of the salt water in my nose, the feel of the salt on my skin. BLISS!
I wasn't bothered by the cold one tiny bit and that is a testament to how very much my soul was aching for the sand beneath my feet and the salt upon my skin. I could have stayed out there for hours and hours. We did stay for quite a long while, in fact. And I can't wait to go back. It is, truly, a magical and healing place.
