Don't be deceived. The Great Salt Lake is not the most pleasant place to visit. The first thing you'll notice about your trip is the smell. Salt, bacteria and brine shrimp combine with a putrid scent that will burn your nose. With every step you get closer to the lake, the stench thickens.
Speaking of steps, there will be many between where you parked your car to the actual lake. While there are small patches of fine sand near Saltaire, you'll mostly be walking on salt encrusted dirt, mixed in with various bits of dead seagull, lost shoes, and bugs. Oh the bugs. It will look like the ground is moving, but it's not. It's millions of gnats swarming the shore of the lake, flying over the millions of bodies of their friends who did not make it to swarm another day.
But, my friends, there's something magical about this lake that makes it worth it to brace the smell, the walk and the dead bodies. The water sparkles and on calm days is a perfect reflection of the world I call home. The mountains on the horizon cradle the setting sun every evening, bidding us goodnight. The lapping waves instill within a feeling of inner peace. And suddenly, it's all worth it.