I rode out to Saltair today. Not being a local, I'd never heard of this place before. It opened up in 1893 funded jointly by the church and the Salt Lake and Los Angeles Railroad companies: "Saltair was a family place, intended to provide a safe and wholesome atmosphere with the open supervision of Church leaders. While some of the other resorts in the area were seen as "spiritually bleak," a young courting Mormon couple could visit Saltair without worrying about gossip. Train schedules from Saltair to stations near home were well known, and so long as the boy got the girl home at a reasonable time after the train arrived, parents weren't worried – in part because, from the moment of arriving at the station before the outing until they left the station coming home, they were usually never out of sight of trusted members of the community. More than once, a couple on the way home found themselves in the same car as their parents, who themselves had been dancing at Saltair." (wikipedia)
An interesting bit of history I thought. The building burnt down in 1925 and now there is another version that that is used as a concert venue. The new building was kind of tacky looking and I didn't feel like photographing it, so I didn't. But here is the lake, an old railroad car, and a nice glimpse of me in spandex.