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BATHING IN SALT LAKE 1 



WHEN the north wind blows, bathing in Salt 

 Lake is a glorious baptism, for then it is all 

 wildly awake with waves, blooming like a 

 prairie in snowy crystal foam. Plunging con- 

 fidently into the midst of the grand uproar you 

 are hugged and welcomed, and swim without 

 effort, rocking and heaving up and down, in 

 delightful rhythm, while the winds sing in 

 chorus and the cool, fragrant brine searches 

 every fiber of your body; and at length you 

 are tossed ashore with a glad Godspeed, braced 

 and salted and clean as a saint. 



The nearest point on the shore-line is dis- 

 tant about ten miles from Salt Lake City, and 

 is almost inaccessible on account of the boggy 

 character of the ground, but, by taking the 

 Western Utah Railroad, at a distance of twenty 

 miles you reach what is called Lake Point, 

 where the shore is gravelly and wholesome and 

 abounds in fine retreating bays that seem to 

 have been made on purpose for bathing. Here 

 the northern peaks of the Oquirrh Range plant 



1 Letter dated "Lake Point, Utah, May 20, 1877." [Ed- 

 itor.] 



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