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My days in Utah were fast and bright and hot. I arrived in Moab, Utah — a tiny town popular among climbers, backpackers, road trippers and other adventurists — after four long hours in my rented white Subaru.
It was December 2013 when I moved to Washington state. I drove for a week through snow, ice and powerful Wyoming winds that swept semi trucks clear off the highway.
I’ve been a tad absent on the blog lately, and I have my recent move to thank for that.