One winter morning, typically Northwest in its blanket of dark fog and relentless drizzle, we awoke and decided to hit the road and drive to Utah and see the Spiral Jetty. I recommend this pilgrimage to all artists and lovers of nature. To call it art is to diminish the experience. It’s the whole thing: the silver salt flats, the bands of iridescent sage, lavender and gold at dawn. The jetty is a destination serving to get you out in that vast coliseum of light and a punctuation amidst the vast nothing that is everything.