A friend who, with her husband, recently became a trucker just posted some pictures near Echo Utah. And seeing them filled me with a rush of gratitude, love and Miles memories. I remembered the big swooping circles of drives we'd take. Up Emigration Pass, out through Henefee to East Canyon (where we first made love after more than 15 years for me of thinking I would never love a man again) Heber and Charleston and Echo.  Oh how I miss our trips!