The Wasatch Front, in all its Smoggy, Smoky Glory

The Wasatch Front has been muted into dusty gray views of city and old mountains, weathered by ancient seas and canyon winds and now softened in haze of summer smoke. It’s a fishbowl. The Wasatch Mountains to the east and the Oquirrh mountains to the west trap air- and particulate- against the earth. The omnipresentContinue reading “The Wasatch Front, in all its Smoggy, Smoky Glory”