When I lived in Utah I must have gotten jaded about canyons.
Yeah yeah, another gap in the mountains with a stream at the bottom.
A place to escape the summer heat.
A place hunters and fishermen go.
A nasty road to drive to go skiing.
A slow way to get anywhere.
I’ve been away a long time. Perceptions change.
When I was going to USU in Logan I thought Logan Canyon was just okay. Besides, I had other things demanding my interest at the time. (And some women I was interested in who would rather I disappear up the canyon or something.)
Today, though, it looked amazing. Maybe it was the dampness intensifying colors and bringing out details. Maybe it was that I wasn’t in a rush and could bother to notice.
A big part of it, though, is about taking the turn-offs. Isn't that true of life in general?