Through a sudden change of plans, the idyllic week we planned to spend at Bear Lake ended up being three days at a fancy hotel high in the Wasatch Mountains.
We had everything necessary for relaxation — room service, sunny weather, lounge chairs, pool, clean mountain air, excellent dining. So why do I feel like I lost a cage fight?
As with most attempts on one’s life, it started innocently enough. As I dozed in a lounge chair, dreaming about being washed up on a deserted island heavily stocked with dynamite, books and Haagen-Dazs, a small hand brushed my foot.