Those who know you best, know you best...venturing into my 30s was made right from a day early with the Cricket in the Wasatch. Peak to peak we chased each other and made our own way back to the Mustang we borrowed. Our trip back to the states, back to the beehive was tender mercy to the brim. She suprised me with a night in Summit Co. in the middle of nice light and the mountains we'd fallen for. Brussel sprouts, salmon and a bed near a fireplace, I love you sweetheart.