The Underneath (From the Zephyr)
Since I was old enough to remember, the Uinta mountain range and it’s streams and lakes have been a refuge. I remember my cousins getting shipped off (one happily, the other would’ve been happier rotting in a desert summer sun) to scouting camps and the drives to pick them up felt like entering another universe. Ahhh, wonder. What did they get to see in those dense woods? What was beyond that shale rock face? As a teenager, whenever the grips of sadness, loneliness, and in general, teenage angst hit, this place was a close friend. Family. Likewise, with the girls I met during that time, this place also meant something of the opposite of those glum feelings. Ahhhh, privacy and wonder! The peaks and valleys of the human body to be explored. The dirt roads and lakes to admire.
