Ferns & Manifestos

As we hiked through head-high ferns and Queen Anne’s Lace, Dorothee and I spun manifestos of creative daring. At each bend I didn’t know if I’d find a moose or a brontosaurus. We found neither– just a view from the top of the mountain where we sat and ate our apples and committed to living lives of generous creative risk-taking. Butterflies flew around us while below the valley stretched out to Nevada.


I had no idea we had such ferns in Utah.


After the ferns, the view

After the ferns, the view

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