Sonny and I just returned from a 24-hour road trip. The idea was to get off the Wasatch Front and see how many miles we could cover in that time without leaving the state.
It was highly informative. Neither of us is a Utah native. The trip reminded us of our initial loathing of coming to Zion.
Sonny came here in the 1980s because — well, not to put too fine a point on it — he thought he had met the woman of his dreams. And you have to follow those feelings.
But, as statistics prove, finding the mate of one’s dream can be way harder than it first seems.