I took the dogs up behind the cementary up, up, up where the trails crisscross and deer paths lattice the mountainside.. The view of the valley grew smaller and smaller framed by orange scrub oak and yellow mountain grass. I had to walk a few of the rockier, steep trails but the view was spectacular once I got as high as I could. The bulbous grey clouds were below me as I watched heavy rain sweep across the valley from South to North. There are days so beautiful in Utah in the autumn, they border obscenity. Like the thin line between insanity and genius. Seconds after I was washed with that Universal communion up on the mountainside, the rain started to pitter patter, and by the time I was home I was 100 % soaked. I love the mile home, it's downhill and flat and I can really turn it on. | 