“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.”
–Earth Apples: The Poetry of Edward Abbey (1994)
Mars. How on earth did people settle Utah. It's another planet.
Oh Utah. Utah, Utah, Utah. I think I’ve found home. Worse yet, I like the desolate part driving north to Idaho. It was magnificent. It is imperative I make it to Moab and Zion or I am going to completely burst and cease to be. I’m a desert woman.