It all started 2 Saturdays ago when I caught a USU game in San Jose w/old buddies…one of which flew his Pilatus into Palo Alto; baller. Drove 800 miles down I-80 the very next day and made it into Park City at 12:45 AM after escaping Wendover down a mere $70. Nevada is desolate, beautiful, and has the weirdest gas station attendants ever. Utah truly feels like home and keeps me grounded. Grandma made me french toast and waffles, TJ took me 4-wheelin, and got to hang out with all my favorite cousins and friends; 8 families in 6 days. Made it up to Idaho Falls where my cousin Eli took me on a 16 mile horseback ride into the Tetons followed by a few hours of bear hunting. Unfortunately, no furry creatures were needlessly murdered that day. I came out of the week with 2k miles on my car, a soar saddle ass, a few cool pics, and a bunch of renewed friendships. Everyone gave me such awesome hospitality and made me feel so welcomed. Big shouts out to the Hatchers, Bellessas, Andersons & Andersons, Paces & Paces, Nielsons, and Sargents….love you guys.