Thursday 21 Oct. 1852. Travelled on this morning 12 miles to Joel Terrys who regaled us with what Beer we could drink.
At noon we found ourselves on the point of the Utah mountain where we took our last look at Great Salt Lake City. A light cloudy fog rested on it, in which we could see President Brigham Youngs House, like Solomons Temple in the midst of the glory of God.
[Source: Diaries of Hosea Stout]