It Took Me 40 Years to Hike to the Y
I first moved to Utah County forty years ago. I was a skinny, fresh-faced* kid, coming from Idaho to start my freshman year at BYU. (*”Fresh-faced” means, “I wasn’t shaving yet.”) And, at some point during that freshman year, I looked at the Y on the mountain and said to myself, “I’d like to hike […]