Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Drove the high country Logan Canyon with the kids. Made it to Tony Grove in a hailstorm and patchy snow on the road. Walked up close to the biggest moose I have ever seen. Couldn't leave the kids to run.