I've posted photos of Black Rock before on this blog, but now I have a fancy new camera that I am absolutely clueless about how to use. Professional I am not, but the important thing was that I had fun. It was definitely the breath of fresh air I needed. Although I will say, climbing Black Rock itself is much harder with a gigantic hunk of expensive equipment around your neck. Worth it.
(This is Saltair, just a short bit away from Black Rock itself)
The history of the place is absolutely fascinating to me. It used to be a resort along with the dozens of abandoned others along the shore of the unforgiving Great Salt Lake. I hate that now it's a quiet, ghostly abandoned shell of a meeting place, but at the same time I love the big middle finger the GSL gives to society. It basically says, no, you can't come here and have fun. Go away. And I can really admire that.