Heritage

I come from this cabin in Monticello, Utah,

Where my grandparents homesteaded during the Great Depression.

I come from the cliffs of Moab,

when the town was a pitstop for ranchers and roughnecks, not yet a playground for the outdoor enthusiast.

I come from the La Sal mountains,

where they summered the herd on 12,000 acres of pristine mountain wilderness.

I come from this lonely dirt road,

a road with only one ranch,

and a house that seemed so much bigger when I was a child.

And, although my grandparents have not lived in this remote valley for almost 20 years,

The red cliffs and rolling sagebrush still feel like home.