Good evening. I am assuming that the travelogue on a trip to Salt Lake was written by you.

I must say that you have provided myself (Brian) and my good friend Sean quite the evening of laughs. We were just at Saltair ... literally, like two hours ago. We too planned a frolic down to the infamous lakeshore for a bit a weightless swimming ... we almost puked about halfway across the parking lot of the “Taj Mahal gone awry.” We walked out on the beach as far as we could until our shoes began collecting black sludge ... this is one very freaky smelly beach. I didn’t see anything about flies and stench in my tourist magazine.

We are going to the salt flats tomorrow and will try to identify the mysterious stupid thing for you.

Thanks for confirming that this was not just a bad dream caused by an evening visit to Mormon square.

Brian and Sean