Except for when I was at school in Rexburg, I have lived in visual proximity of the Rocky Mountains throughout my life. On a clear day, you could see a portion of the Rocky Mountain Range from my parent's kitchen window in Southern Alberta. Provo was nestled at the foot of the mountains as they rose dramatically in the East when I lived in Utah, and now, this same mountain range majestically frames the western sky here in Colorado. I am blessed to see their beauty daily (and thankful for the visual reminder that they are in the west).
