I grew up in the South where there were no hills, and the humidity made it so that I never had to apply moisturizer. That was the only terrain I knew for eighteen years. But the high dessert here in Utah, there is something about it that feels more like home. Maybe it’s my Mormon heritage and the pioneer spirit!
(“The Spirit of God, like a fire is burning, the latter day glory begins to come forth!” HA! All the Mormons in the audience are going to have that in their brains for the rest of the day!)