
The Art of Letting Go
When Wilford Woodruff first arrived in Salt Lake Valley, piercing-blue eyes taking in mountains sharp as pyramids, freshwater streams criss-crossing the valley floor, and a vast inland sea so salty he could hold its crystals in his hands, he wrote in his journal:
“We gazed with wonder and admiration upon… a large lake of salt water of miles in extent… creeks, brooks and rivers of various sizes all of which… wend[ed] their way into the great salt lake; our hearts were surely made glad…”