We went searching for ghost towns a few weeks ago in the Oquirrh Mountains, and here is Sammi, freaking out to be out of the truck and into the wilderness. (Note the 'No Trespassing' sign in the background.)
It feels nice to be out in the mountains enjoying the fresh air and the fall scenery before winter finally surrounds us. Usually I'm excited for fall to relinquish its brief and tenuous hold on Utah, but this year I'm nervous for winter to come around. I don't feel like I'm ready to make the decisions that winter brings with it, I'm unprepared to face the snow and the holidays and the changes. Winter seems like a snowball, deftly gathering speed as it rolls, until it has grown larger than life and is ready to engulf us all.
But maybe it is like many things in life, the anticipation is the worst part of the game. Perhaps this year winter will mean only pleasant trips to sunny places, perfect powder days, and hot cocoa at the close of it all. I'm trying to be optimistic, is it working?
Regardless, I am thankful for all of the love and support I feel on a daily basis. I'm grateful for my life, my loved ones, and my gifts; and though I may wish for some things to be different, I would never want to trade places with anyone.
Happy Ho Ho Turkey Day!