Scott has four photo albums that predate me. In each of them are a few pictures of family, friends and plenty of ex-girlfriends. But page after page is dedicated to mountains, rivers, lakes and trails. These are the places that for seven years Scott has promised to bring me to. Bear Lake is one of those. It is located at the north end of Logan Canyon, after a 40-mile stretch of a snowy winter wonderland. It’s breathtaking for me, but for Scott it’s a deep sigh. There is more meaning for him in these miles of mountains than I could begin to understand. Thankfully, we have a long road trip ahead of us.
—Jill