Jal, not far from where I am there is a "Hidden Valley Road." I can remember when the sign went up on the highway several decades ago.
I didn't have any good reason to drive up the road and couldn't really figure out how there would be any real "valley" up there in a swale between the hills. I knew that there was a developer doing his level best to build and sell off houses but -- the name was intriguing.
Probably because the idea of a hidden valley
captured my imagination, I didn't drive up that road for a good 30 years after the sign went up. I always thought that it might
look something like your little Utah town
. Of course, when I did drive thru - it didn't look anything at all like the picture in my imagination or your pretty little town.
I will go back to imagining it the way I always did and forget the reality. Now, on the other side
of the mountain, there's another valley . . . .
who has just experienced the snowiest November on record here - with over 24 inches of snowfall. This morning, the thermometer has crept up to melting temperature.
We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks