We spent our last morning in Park City at my parent’s house enjoying breakfast and finishing last minute items that would be difficult to complete on the road. Our “to-do list” had dwindled down to a few last items from our once Goliath sized multiple page list when we started this massive undertaking. Unfortunately, as many of you know, a “to-do list” is like the grass in the backyard; the more you cut it down the better it looks but if you miss a cutting it tends to get out of control. A constant battle but it seems Rachelle and I have the list a bit under control, for the time being. As we leave my parents we take the scenic route through Midway, opposed to the strip mall feel Heber City is quickly adopting. For me the drive through Midway in route to Provo Canyon has always been a time where my brain feels free. I assimilate this route with the start of a trip or adventure with this one surely being the greatest. For some reason the old farm road from Midway to the mouth of Provo Canyon makes me smile every time I venture on its’ bumpy roads crossing railroad tracks. That small section of asphalt with Deer Creek Reservoir and Mount Timpanogos starring me square in the eyes brings a warmth to my heart and mind. Sadly, it may be sometime before I travel this road again but presently I have my sights set on the pavement ahead.