Because I do not want to forget these small memories:
Yesterday, my grandpa slipped in the perfect John Denver quote while he was explaining the history and quietness of the small town, Koosharem. "Life is old here." I smiled but kept listening. "...Older than the hills." That's when I burst out laughing. This is why I love my grandpa. An hour or so after arriving in the town we went on a magnificent boat ride on Fish Lake. It was just me, my dad, Michelle, my Grandpa Doug, and my Great Uncle Jeff. Jeff's boat is small, with a motor, and we putted along the lake under a dark, cloudy sky. It was beautiful. I just kept imagining what it would be like to scuba dive there. It has been a serious fantasy of mine for awhile. It would be the most fantastically eerie experience. All the pine trees on the mountain south of the lake just kill me.
That night I went to sleep in what Scooby and the Gang would consider a normal atmosphere. For those of you who don't know, which I'm assuming is everyone in the world, Koosharem is practically a ghost town. My ancestors built this house a hundred years ago and we were staying in it. So there I was, laying in a living room that could have been filled with ghosts, though I'm sure Hatch's don't hang around after death (my dad's funny but true words). It was extremely windy outside by now and rain was hitting the roof. I turned to my book and soon fell asleep. I found comfort in everything that night.
This morning on my way to Cedar City the sunrise was as wicked as any. Everywhere was rolling hills and pastures. The Postal Service kept my imagination flowing through it and I was just happy. Happy and content.