Travel Diaries | Alta, Utah

I had just arrived to Salt Lake City, Utah and was feeling… admittedly, a little underwhelmed. It had only been a few days into living out of the van at this point and so the journey was really only beginning. I hadn’t even begun to scrape the surface of what wealth of beauty was to come. There was a storm rolling in on the drive through. Maybe there was some symbolism there of what was to come. We drove through Salt Lake City and up into the mountains, further further up to Alta, Utah through an Oktoberfest festival with people happily drinking throughout the day and mardi gras beads thrown haphazardly into the trees along the chairlift. The clouds parted in such a way to cast shadows on the mountaintops, still in shades of Autumn. There was the gentlest, faintest snowfall mixed with a drizzle at the very top and a chill breeze. I decided then that I adored the mountains of Utah.

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