The other day I was talking to a friend who was wondering if I hated living in Utah so much (what I am always complaining about, especially during the winter) where do I WANT to live? Believe me, I have many other preferences. But that conversation is not the point of this post. Yesterday morning as I was driving my kids to school the morning had dawned clear and bright. I could actually see the mountains instead of the thick grey smog I usually see. The mountains were so blue and snowy white. And so huge! I felt they were literally looming infront of me like a big over-protective brother. Like someone I love but often overlook and take for granted. It almost brought tears to my eyes...but the noise of my kids fighting over who got to choose the next song kept me from getting too carried away in the moment.
Utah is a beautiful place.
I don't ski, I don't hike, I don't like camping, I don't rock climb, I don't fish, I don't snowboard....geez...maybe the real loser in this situation isn't Utah, but myself.