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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Easton

If I was going to take Drake on a trip, our first that wasn’t work related, I wanted to make sure she never forgot it. That it was a location she could absorb on a level that went beyond restaurant reservations and tours and cultural experiences I normally planned. I wanted her to connect to the landscape, to feel the air. To listen to the stories the mountains whispered.

Utah was a place where I’d spent a lot of time. Not just skiing in the winter, but camping in the spring, summer, and fall. Never promoted as much as Colorado or Nevada or Montana, more of a hidden secret that always surprised people when they arrived, it was a state that was often overlooked.

I didn’t know why.

These grounds were some of the most beautiful in the world, and as someone well traveled, I had every authority to say that.

That was why I wanted to share this with Drake.

I wanted her to know what it felt like to be in the middle of nowhere. To have to rely on natu