Gilgal Gardens. We discovered it when I was in high school, back then it was just someone’s fenced in back yard. It was overgrown with trees and bushes, in the heart of Salt lake City. It had (still has) all sorts of weird carvings, sculptures and paths of rocks with scriptures carved into them. New to Salt Lake, and not LDS, I knew nothing of the meaning of it all, but my friends and I were still drawn to it, always in the middle of the night, for it’s spooky, isolated, otherworldly atmosphere. I won’t go into details, I still know very little of them, you can get that by clicking on the name at the top. But now it is a city park, all cleaned up, groomed and only accessible in the day. Not the same atmosphere, but interesting none the less. Here are the brick and mortar pictures from a recent trip there.