Mountain Country

Mountain Country

We drove out the city, leaving all the little villas and sand stone structures behind us. Pine Valley is perhaps the most rejuvenating place for my heart, endless mountains, and trees that go on forever. We climbed the face of a mountain, chasing the sun, on the hunt to find our first Christmas tree. Rylie, our little east coast beagle, couldn't stop jumping and hopping into these giant snow dunes. Brian looked like he walked right off the set of the first Hunger Games, with all of his chopping gear, I didn't mind one bit. We put good use of our hiking boots, refusing to leave until the stars started showing their pretty little faces. Utah is magical that way, it has a way of humbling you, reminding you that no matter how big your troubles feel, or how great or proud you feel, that at the end of the day, you are a tiny speck, just like the thousands of the stars in the sky, small, but still filled with precious light and meaningful beauty. The mountains have really become my safe haven here, and I will never be able to get enough of them.

MMXV — Our Year to Remember

MMXV — Our Year to Remember

Angell's Forever, Part IV

Angell's Forever, Part IV