Ran really easy with Catherine this morning. It was almost painstaikingly beautiful. This very morning a friend of mine from the Boston area had said it was snowing there and she craved being out west with the big sky and mountains. I felt so lucky for the warmth and clarity of our Utah morning. It was filled with tall cottonwood trees whose bright yellow leaves glowed gold light against a bright blue sky, their fallen leaves carpeting the trail alongside the dark river water moving silently downstream. We stood at the end of the jetti for just a second to admire the still, glassy lake reflecting the blue sky, and to look at our Mt. Timponogas looking majestic with a thin line of white adorning the highest peaks. There are times of the year it's nice to be in San Diego, and there are other times of year it is nice to be in the Northeast. But Utah has it's glory, and better yet, its beauty feels like an amazing secret. | 