And this, my friends, is why Santa Cruz is Santa Cruz.
I can not possibly imagine the students at the University of Utah even contemplating a gathering like that much less having thousands show up and actually participating.
But if they did? It would certainly be a new day in Salt Lake City!
I'll admit it. I'm doing my very best to find my own little enclave of like minded folks here in Mormonland and I really do believe that I'm doing a good job of it. But the day that we all gather naked in Temple Square to say "It's 4:20, dude" and light up without fear of being hauled off to jail?
Well, that will be the day that I know that I am truly home.
However, I will share that when my plane landed here in Salt Lake late last Friday evening, I actually did let out a sigh of relief. And it was almost as if I started to actually breathe again. Like I had been holding my breath the entire time I was on my vacation. That I had forgotten how to breathe when I wasn't here with my very special healing view of the snow covered mountains.
Salt Lake, truthfully, is becoming more and more like home. But thoughts of those crazy kids at UCSC and those waves that crash below the hills of West Cliff and those redwoods of Bonny Doon and those dogs that bark and run off leash at Lighthouse will always make me smile, smile, smile.
