Cache Valley, Utah.

Utah is my parents' new and old home. They both grew up in the valley they have chosen for their retirement spot, but spent their adult lives elsewhere. Summers of our childhood were often spent in this idyllic valley - where the cheese is apparently famous and the sun is for keeps. Cache Valley is the northern most valley in Utah - borders Idaho - and stays remarkably green for a desert. Most beautiful of all is driving up Logan Canyon to a place called Tony Grove (Mount Naomi Wilderness Area). I relish wild places - my childhood and my dad's obsession with mountains gave me a palate for those spaces where you don't see other people and the air smells exactly the opposite of the streets of New York City.











What makes Utah home, even partly for me, is the web of people who are there. Lovely cousin, Jill (many cousins everywhere) - aunts and uncles, my grandpa - who is still alive at 95 years old - and of course, my brothers and sisters (4 are in Utah). They love Colette like I do = oversize proportions of love.


(And clearly, Colette has a soft spot for them).