I drove past this gate last week after being up the canyon on a photoshoot. I had to turn around and come back to figure out who on earth had old-world care enough to actually invest time and energy into such a beautiful entryway in our day of drab uniformity and architectural ugliness.
It is La Caille, a French Restaurant on Wasatch Boulevard in Sandy, Utah, in the Salt Lake Valley.
I perhaps had heard of the restaurant, but had never seen it, nor knew of its 20 acres of magnificence in gardens, vineyards, ponds, and beauty. This is the kind of thing that excites my creative juices and feeds my thirsting for beautiful spaces.
In June and July, a friend took me up the California coastline from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara, then to the beautiful coastal redwood forrests of central California known as El Sur, then as far north as the magnificent almost fairytale city of Carmel, whose houses and gardens near the beach front are like no place I’ve seen on earth, every aspect devoted to architectural beauty and great landscape design. I feasted and feasted on each house and yard as we drove slow through the streets.
The outdoor dining on that trip, was indeed superb. Breathtaking were the views of the Pacific ocean from the dining tables on high patios. Miraculously no flies or mosquitoes anywhere to be found molesting and causing a nuisance, which a guy from Utah and my buddy from Louisiana really appreciated. A highlight of that trip was an evening on the grounds then dining at San YSidro Ranch. It was a wonderful experience.
I had no idea Salt Lake had something akin to an acreage such as that, devoted to growing food on the gorgeously landscape premises for a restaurant, as well as being a place of beauty for the hosting of wedding parties and memorable events.
If I had 20 acres at the opening of a magnificent canyon, you bet I’d be building like this and better. My family knows this about me, I speak of a millennial day when I can inherit the earth and labor all day long building a magnificent palace, chateau, mansion, or whatever you’d call it. I’d hew the stone from the quarry with my sons, I’d learn every art and skill necessary, and build stone upon stone. I’d do the silver and gold smithing, the sculpting, the woodwork. I’d design the landscape, the bridges, gazeebo’s, the placing of trees, bushes, flower beds, ponds, lakes, streams, and waterfalls. I’d have magnificent and engaging statues everywhere to be ones companion on the grounds, in the woods and gardens.
When I was a child, my father owned 6 acres, a mini ranch, in the Provo, Utah river-bottoms He had full water rights with a ditch running through the property. In the years he lived there, he said he had never seen a mosquito, save it be perhaps once or twice. He sold it and we moved when I was but age 5. To this day, I almost can’t bear the thought of what I would have done with that property, were it mine to have beautified. I’ve always known what I would have done with it, I can envision it so easily. San Ysidro Ranch and La Caille both speak to my soul and my creative aspirations for what to do with property of a sizable acreage.
When age 15, living near Idaho Falls, Idaho, I cut loose on a 3 acre place we lived, and armed with a backhoe I was operating, I dug a moat around a central part of the front lawn, making it an island, then a ditch leading back toward an irrigation access for water. Then I built an arched bridge to the island. (And I cut the phone line too with my digging). The day we put water in that was joyous, and it was only the beginning of my grand plans. I had tree houses planned that would have been delightsome, but then we moved away and all that enterprise was scrapped, and onward went my youth, evaporated away through compulsory schooling by the state, which I deeply resented, it robbing me of my precious time and my will to do with my time as I chose.
Today, I’m finding that this kind of landscape and space shown in these photos (taken without permission from the La Caille Facebook page) is an intense passion, but in this realm of mass government plunder, I’ve hitherto not believed in this realm I could design, create, and build such spaces. I’ve felt confiscatory taxation just too daunting and no honest means available to me to finance such aspirations for creativity. I need to change my thinking and stop giving in to the loathsome plunderers (at the highest echelons I refer to them as the “moneychangers”) who grind not only on the face of the poor, but who are snuffing out the middle class and lower upper class as well through their fiat money schemes and enforced legal tender laws, forcing good men to accept bad money (from the Federal Reserve System.
God wants us surely to create, develop talents, and beautify the land, expanding in our opportunities.
The magnificent little book written a century ago by Wallace D. Waddles, “The Science of Getting Rich” gets into this. When I actually gave it a read, I wondered if on some level he had been a student of the writings of Joseph Smith. (That is a whole long topic to get into somewhere else.)
If I were a billionaire, you’d have an American Versailles built somewhere along the Wasatch Front of Utah, or maybe elsewhere. It would thrill my soul to build in like manner, european style chateau’s and palaces, but not for sake of pride, arrogance, greed, or seeking to be “better than” anyone else, but simply to enjoy the creative process and rejoice in supremely intense beauty, as good as man can conceive of.