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Show 205 In the morning Blake slept in and I spent a bitter morning in poor hygiene and sweaty clothes, wordlessly staring at the water. After a while the water's movement appeared as a sort of stasis, the same feeling I get after looking at a speeding train for ten minutes straight. It was cruel of God to strike Lot's wife so viciously, but I like that her body of salt became our symbol for loss and mourning. At its largest, Lake Bonneville was about 325 miles long, 135 miles wide, and had a maximum depth of over 1,000 feet. Many of Utah's mountain ranges used to be islands in the water, which is incomprehensible to me, except when I think of the way clouds from an airplane start to look like landscape-white tundra stretching endlessly before you, not revealing anything underneath. The state of Utah is backwater. Everyone everywhere lives in the ruins of the lives of other generations, and we live in the carcass of a lake as well. We're dead in the making, with the already dead appearing around the comer and in our dreams. Stephen Krommenhoek shot himself in front of Great Salt Lake and I always think of him when I drive on 1-80. I'm not great at talking about that, either, so I'll tell this story instead: When I was twelve I went with a van full of people my age to the Mt. Timpanogos temple to do baptisms for the dead. Mormons perform these |