Over the hill and through the woods to grandmother's house we go. I don't know about you, but a trip to grandmother's house rarely meant a trip over the hill or through the woods, rather it meant getting on the freeway, to the interstate, then down a busy street, and into suburbia. I don't recall any run-ins with big bad wolves, only big trucks and bad drivers.
However you get to grandmother's house it is a good place to be. Grandmas have a tendency to spoil you, or at the very least let you get away with the occasional craziness.
This beautiful picture was not taken on the way to my grandmother's house, but rather on a drive up Diamond Fork Canyon with my wife in Utah.
By Joshua Kirton
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