High-speed fiber-optic internet cable has come to Pack Creek. I declined. And the GPS in my car regularly offers up the fastest way to go anywhere and gets upset when I don’t follow its advice.
Still, I always take the slow route home from town.
Here’s an important sign I’ve passed many times on my way into Moab. The lemonade is real – I’ve stopped and tried it. But the message also reminds me of an adage…
From the Shoshone, the Mormon pioneers learned to eat sego lilies when food ran short on the trek to Salt Lake. In tribute, the Sego lily was named the Utah state flower in 1911. The lily appears briefly in early summer – suddenly they pop up between my house and studio.
Here’s an odd photo provoking a confession from me. For the rest of the story, click on the link.
As I slowly walked the 200 steps between my house and studio this morning, I heard the echo in my mental museum of the events of five years ago. The evidence of that day still marks the landscape I walked through – and my response remains the same. But my reflections on what the day meant have deepened.