Drivin'

Yesterday evening, driving home from work, heading east, it was perfect. Windows down, 75 degrees, dry air, clear skies and a backdrop of green foothills reaching up to the snowy canyons, tucked behind a sprawling city. It’s rare to see the foothills so green -- I suppose a month of rain will do that -- but it’s wonderful. My favorite, in fact.

Last night was the kind of Salt Lake City that I want to introduce to my East Coast friends convinced that America ends somewhere around mid-point over the Tappan Zee Bridge, with the exception of course, of the distant island of California. Perfect. And while I hardly expect them to understand why I live here, I think that even they could appreciate yesterday afternoon, if for no other reason than the warm breeze and a haze-free view of the Wasatch.