Mountains feel like home. Comes from my dad who is obsessed. Out of breath, high air, clear sky, wildflowers and family. There are a lot of them. About 25 Johnsons came together in the high mountains of Utah this summer. Little cousins becoming good friends. Reconnecting with some of my best friends who roam this earth. Meals were hilarious (the scale…thanks to the heavy cooking talent, delicious) and cleanup even more amusing. What a family.
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