The Babylonians had it all wrong. You don't build a tower to heaven...you drive there. At 6:26 am yesterday morning I left McHenry County, Illinois and drove to Laramie Wyoming. After a good nights sleep in cowboy country, I resumed my journey and arrived at Aspen Grove, Utah at 2:39 this afternoon.
You're going to have a hard time convincing me that this is not heaven. When I got here today, I only had to walk from my car to the lodge to get all teary eyed. I had forgotten the smell of it, but little else. Now I'm home, even though I've never actually lived here for more than a week at a time. As you can see from the photo, it's beautiful and serene, but one of it's most charming qualities is how it feels. It is inhabited by families that, for just one week, have come here for the sole purpose of being together without the interference of the world. To eat, to laugh, to talk and to play together. Right now, although I am not doing any of those things with my own family, I can still feel the magic that is happening for those who are... and I love it. It is so pure, that it even works on a stranger who is sitting in the shade all by herself, typing on her blog. If this isn't heaven, then it's a suburb for sure.